[ ryo rakes his fingers through his hair, sinking a little into the couch and looking for all the world like someone who is completely lost. right - this was why diana had sent him over here. she was pretty aware of the fact that he was emotionally constipated. she'd been hoping he'd make a confession like this, hadn't she? ohhh he was going to kill her.

he shuts his eyes, exhaling hard through his nose. ]

I don't know. Maybe? God, Dee, you just- you don't get it. You can't understand. Every time you just- sometimes you really look at me, and I get- it's scary, because maybe nobody else has ever seen me before. Not like you do. Maybe I'll stop seeing myself, too. Maybe I won't recognize myself anymore. Do you get it?