[Every time he gets a step closer to someone, it seems like he's just a step closer to messing up and ruining another relationship. He shivers, still close to Dodger, and draws a shuddering breath as he tries to settle his mind between the induced grief and the lingering warmth of gentle contact he doesn't often get.]

I'll be all right. Just need to pull myself together and let this all ride out. Maybe I'll dream that you're really as good as you say you are and I'm braver than I am.