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OK.

It's starting to smell real good up in here.

What's on the menu?

I'm making albóndigas.

Do you even know what that means?

Come on, do I know what that means?

I know the word meatballs in damn near every language.

Wow, that's actually impressive.

Mm-hmm.

You're gonna like this wine, too.

Mm.

That's for you.

Thank you.

Mm! It's really good.

- Decent? - Mm-hmm.

Hm.

I can help, you know,

if you want me to try and get this pasta rolling.

Oh, ah!

Sir, I'm actually gonna need to see your hands.

- What do you mean? - Yeah.

You been hanging around cops?

You know, this isn't spaghetti and meatballs.

This is my famous albóndiga soup.

So I need you to step away from the stove.

OK, well, in that case, I don't want to cause no trouble.

Let me cooperate and comply.

Mm.

Oh, I'm-- - Dang.

so sorry.

Oh, my God. - No, it's OK.

Oh, OK.

Hand me--hand me this.

I got this.

That smell good, though.

I didn't know you was a chef like that.

There's a lot you don't know about me.

Oh, Kevin, your T-shirt.

Mm, uh--

you know what?

I forgot I left a shirt over here the other night.

Hmm.

It's gone.

Hey, did you see that gray long-sleeve shirt

that I left over here?

No, I didn't even realize you left it.

Is that what we're doing now,

leaving things at each other's places?

I didn't leave it on purpose.

I just kind of left it.

My bad. Is that OK?

Sure, I--

Were those gunshots?

Yeah.

OK.

Hey, you stay right there.

All right? Lock the door behind me.

Stay away from the window. Call 911.

Hey!

Chicago PD! Stop!

Drop that bag. Put your hands up.

Drop the bag!

Put your hands up!

Help!

Someone help me!

He shot me!

- I'm sorry. - Hey.

Stop, stop!

Help me!

Chicago PD!

Help me.

OK, I'm gonna help you.

Is anybody else in here?

- I--no! - Are you sure about that?

I don't think so.

He--he just--he--

he shot me.

Yeah. OK.

He shot me.

911, what's your emergency?

This is off duty officer Kevin Atwater,

badge number 52784, Intelligence.

I'm on the scene of a shots fired at 1023 Proctor.

I need you to roll an ambo and some cars.

I got one man down.

Copy, Officer. Ambo en route.

Ah, oh.

Hey, there you go. What happened?

Tell me what happened. - He was just here.

He--he was standing right there.

OK. I got two GSWs to the chest.

Advise responding.

The offender fled on foot westbound one minute ago.

Male, white, 170, armed.

I tried to scream.

I tried to grab him.

- Did you know him? - No.

- Officer, can you hear me? - No.

What did he look like?

Cars are rolling your way.

White.

Brown hair.

OK, just stay with me. What else?

What else? What else?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I can't see.

I can't feel--

No, help is on the way. OK?

Just look at me. It's on the way.

Just stay strong. - I can't feel them.

I can't feel--

Hey, where's that ambo?

ETA two minutes, sir.

Right now, we got to stay locked in.

Keep canvassing at Wilhelm

just in case the offender had a getaway car

waiting on him somewhere. - Copy that.

- Yeah. - Hey, Kev.

Hey.

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

The victim took two .45s to the chest.

His name was Richard Keating.

You saw it happen?

No, I heard the shots, ran outside.

I saw a possible offender.

Male, white, 20s.

Just looked guilty.

Running from the back gangway.

That backyard is fenced,

so the offender must have come from the back door.

Now, when I saw him, he was stuffing

something in his backpack.

Looked like it could have been a gun.

He also had a logo on his book bag

that said Lakeside University.

OK, that's solid.

But how'd we catch it this fast?

The door. This you?

Yeah.

It was bolted from the inside.

So if this was a home invasion in progress,

then I don't think the offender really got much.

Sounds like Keating surprised him when he first broke in,

tried to fight, screamed.

The offender shot him and fled.

Back door has signs of forced entry.

Security system was off.

I've seen his bedroom has a large safe in it,

but it seems to be untouched.

I don't think the offender made it past the first floor.

Yeah, well, let's search the whole house for prints anyway.

And canvass the hell out of this block.

Kev, you head back to the district.

Start scrubbing cams for the offender.

- Yeah. - Copy that.

- Hey. - Hey.

You sure you're all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good. It's just--

I understand.

Did you know him well?

No.

No, not really.

I mean, it's not important now, but he's just--

he was kind of a hard neighbor, you know?

Always getting into scraps in the neighborhood.

Scraps like what?

I don't know.

He just--he's the type to call and get your car

towed if it was out front.

And hated when I played any type of music

and didn't like Bruno's dog next door.

I don't know, just,

honestly, petty stuff.

I'm fine.

Go do your thing.

Did you see anybody when you came out front?

No. Streets were empty.

OK, well, I'll call you later.

OK.

Well, you call me if you need anything.

Yeah.

All right, I got something.

There's a Ring cam in the alley behind Keating's.

Mm-hmm.

That's him.

Facial rec.

Stand by.

Nick Payton.

Nick Payton.

24 years old, 5'10", 180 pounds.

He's got one pop.

Let's see what I got.

Nick Payton is a registered grad student

at Lakeside University in chemistry.

Part-time job at the library.

No living relatives. - Kevin.

Huh?

Nick was arrested six months ago for trespassing,

but the charges were dropped by the complainant, Gabriel Soto.

- Soto? - Lives in Wicker Park.

Yeah.

That's Val's brother.

Gabe Soto.

I mean, why the hell would he be

crossing paths with this dude?

No idea.

All right, Nick's got no LKA.

When he was arrested, he used a PO Box at the university.

All right. The kid's a grad student.

Well, maybe he's sleeping on couches, paying in cash.

I'm gonna contact the university,

see if I can get an address.

I'm about to talk to Val right now.

Hit the line if you need me.

Yeah, I know a Nick Payton.

My brother called the cops on him,

but it was a misunderstanding.

OK, so you know him?

Yeah, I do.

But I don't understand.

What's going on? - How do you know him?

I can't tell you that.

He's a patient.

Yeah.

He isn't currently.

But, wait, what's going on?

He was here last night.

I saw him.

He's the man that I saw fleeing the scene.

- Nick? - Yes.

You think that he was involved in the murder?

He was fleeing the scene seconds after the shots.

I don't know too many innocent white people

that run from the police.

Why did your brother call the cops on him?

No, no, no, no, that was a misunderstanding.

My brother didn't know that Nick was a patient,

and he saw him outside my office at night.

My brother's very protective.

He dropped it all. I--

Kevin, Nick is not involved in this.

How do you know that?

Because the kid doesn't have a violent bone in his body.

Hey.

Yeah.

Copy that. I'ma call you back.

I gotta go.

No one else wanted the unit.

Nick said he'd pay a few hundred

a month to take care of the front yard.

He sweeps up front, too.

It was a good deal.

Second floor on the right. - Thank you.

What'd he do?

This one right here?

- Uh-huh. - OK.

Nick!

You got company!

Ruz, we're knocking on the door right now.

- Copy. - I don't know if he's here.

I haven't seen him in a bit.

Nick!

I'm coming in with the cops.

You home?

I'm getting that fixed.

That's my storage.

Nick Payton, Chicago PD.

We just want to talk to you.

Nick?

Kev.

Yeah?

Don't touch anything.

We visited Nick Payton's house.

Obviously, he wasn't home,

but we did find some things inside.

Photos of you.

Photos of us.

He has some of your things, drawings.

I mean, we got reason to believe

that Nick Payton has been stalking you for a while,

at least a few months.

Did you have any idea this was happening?

No.

No, I didn't.

I didn't know that he was following me.

Jesus.

I didn't know that it was--it was this.

This?

That's why Gabriel called the police, right?

No! No, no, Nick's not--

Nick wasn't my patient long.

He redirected some feelings onto me.

It's not uncommon in therapy.

It's called transference.

It happens.

I referred him to another therapist,

and that's when he showed up at my office.

And that's when my brother called the cops.

Mm-hmm, OK.

Well, I'm gonna need you to come in

so we can ask you some questions, if you don't mind.

What do you mean?

About his whereabouts, his family,

where he might hide in a crisis.

I've only ever talked to Nick in session.

And you know that I can't tell you any of that.

Everything that he said is privileged.

Unless he's a direct threat.

In session.

And I don't believe that he was.

Nick never posed a threat to himself or others in session.

Well, he's a threat right now.

He's our lead murder suspect.

He has photos of you that you didn't consent to.

Photos don't mean that he committed a murder.

Kevin, I can't compromise my oath.

It's not a compromise if he's a danger.

And I don't believe that he is.

He's in a bad mental state, yes, clearly.

But I don't believe that he's violent.

I don't think that he killed anyone.

Keating didn't like his neighbors.

Hell, Val, he didn't like you.

We dug into him.

He was posting about it all the time online.

Nick Payton responded to those posts with anger.

That's motive. He was trying to protect you.

I don't believe that he killed anyone.

He was never a direct threat in session.

And therefore, I can't talk to you.

And I have patients waiting.

OK, thanks.

Chapman confirmed we cannot compel Val

to give us anything from session.

It's within her right to respect Nick's confidentiality.

I mean, you really can't get her to help us?

I tried. I don't understand it, either.

All right. Fine.

All right, so what else do we have on Nick?

He's a 24-year-old chemistry student.

He's really capable of hiding from us?

He's got no family left.

Mom died last year. Dad was never in the picture.

Doesn't seem to have many friends.

There's not a lot of known associates to run.

His cell phone has been off since the shooting.

He accessed his social media a couple hours ago,

but he bounced his IP through a couple of public libraries.

He's bouncing his IP?

Yeah, he's young, he's smart, he's tech savvy,

and he's probably using a program.

Yeah, well, maybe he's smart, but he's isolated.

He doesn't know anybody. He's got no place to go.

So chances are he's gonna be hiding out

someplace he knows, right?

So run his historical data.

I mean, other than this house, where is he accessing Wi-Fi?

That's where he's gonna be.

- Hey, Kim? - Yeah.

Where's Torres?

He took a couple of comp days off.

Why?

I don't know. He didn't say.

OK.

We sure this guy's coming?

This is where he goes.

He's accessed this network every day for a year.

He'll show.

Hold tight.

Why do you think Val was so adamant in defending Nick?

No idea.

Like, she just couldn't understand

what I was saying about him.

Strange.

I mean, he had pictures of her.

I don't understand.

Well, have you two been OK?

Thought so.

Been casual, but that's what she wants.

And what do you want?

All right, look alive.

We got a male, white, black hoodie, brown jacket.

He's walking toward the store.

Yeah, we got a positive. That's him.

Nick Payton!

Take your hands out your pockets.

Put 'em up where I can see 'em.

Put 'em up where I can see em!

No, no, no!

Kevin, you don't understand.

Turn around. Don't look at me.

Turn around!

- Kevin, wait. - Shut up.

You don't understand.

I didn't shoot anyone.

I was just keeping an eye on Val.

I like to know that she's protected and safe.

So that's why you killed Keating?

To make sure that Val was protected and safe?

No.

No, I didn't know he died.

I--I didn't kill anyone, but--but yes,

I was keeping her safe.

I was there keeping an eye on her.

All right, so what happened?

Keating try something? You got mad and you broke in?

No! No, I--no.

'Cause I saw you, Nick.

- You're not listening to me. - I saw you.

I know, Kevin.

I know you saw me.

That's why I had to run.

Because I knew how you would react.

Because this is how you always react.

You always invest too much.

You make things too personal. You blur lines.

- Wait. - I knew that I couldn't--

- Hell no. Hold up. - trust you to understand

the situation, so-- - Hold up.

Have you been listening to us? - I'm not a killer.

I was just keeping an eye on her.

There was another man. A man with a limp.

Oh, it's a man with a limp now.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes. - Answer the question.

Have you been listening to our conversations?

I'm telling the truth! Don't go losing your shirt.

The hell you just say to me?

Have you been in her house?

What's going on?

Have you been in her house?

Answer the question!

Have you been in her house?

Did you break into the goddamn house?

Huh? - Kev.

Kev.

We just drive him in.

But does that make sense, Kevin?

Slide over.

That's why I had the binoculars.

I was putting them away right when I saw you.

That's what I was putting in my backpack.

Hey, I got him, Kev. He Mirandized?

- Uh-huh. - This way.

But Kevin, you understand, though, right?

I was just keeping an eye on her!

That's what I always do! - Get up the stairs.

I gotta call Val.

I'll meet y'all up there in a minute.

Burgess.

An investigative alert popped.

OK. On what?

This case.

So there was another home invasion.

Wicker Park. Alarm was off.

Back door was kicked in.

Two killed, close range, .45.

Witnesses saw a man with a limp leaving the scene.

It's upstairs.

Neighbor heard the shots, but she didn't know what it was,

so she didn't call it in.

Then 15 minutes later, she sees a man with a limp

leaving the back door.

She didn't recognize him.

Man was carrying what looked like a duffel.

Two shots.

Didn't even have time to defend himself.

Couple's 12-year-old son's away on a school trip.

Thank God.

Blood spatter on her from her husband's shots.

I think she must have been in bed with him.

Offender shot her husband first.

And then made her open the safe.

- ...45s? - Mm-hmm.

Same as Keating.

All right, tell Ballistics we need a rush order

on primer strike comparison from both scenes.

Yes, sir.

It's the same thing.

The offender just managed to finish the job this time.

I got it wrong.

I want this whole house searched top to bottom.

And get me a sketch from that witness.

I don't care if he didn't get a good look.

I want a sketch anyway.

Let's find this man.

And there's nothing on the east side of the street.

Nobody with a limp.

There's hardly anybody at all.

Same here.

I don't think we're gonna get that lucky this time.

Ballistics came back.

Casings, primer strikes, and slugs are an exact match.

This was the same weapon that was used at Keating's.

Anything else from the scene?

No. And tech's licked it clean.

What about cams? - Nothing.

And I ran all known robbery offenders

that match the new parameters.

22 of them, none of them with a leg injury.

So the only person who could potentially ID our shooter

is Nick.

Looks like it.

OK, Nick is refusing to cooperate

unless we give him what he wants.

What the hell does he want?

I apologize.

I was wrong about you.

Yes.

You were.

I need your help.

I need you to look at some photos

and see if you can make a match for the man that you saw.

I want to hear you say it.

You can't do it without me.

Correct.

You are the only person

that can help us identify the killer.

Yes.

And I will.

After I get what I want.

I just apologized.

That's not all I asked for.

Hm.

Hi, Nick.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

I'm fine. How are you?

I've been better.

I guess I came down with a case of the Thursdays.

It's an inside thing.

Val, I'm so sorry about all of this.

I--I never hurt anybody.

I was only there that night because

I wanted to check on you, all right?

I just wanted to see that you were OK.

We can talk about all of that later.

But right now, what's really important

is that you help us find this offender

so that nobody else is hurt.

You're right.

Of course you're right.

Can you look at these photos for me?

Yes.

This man, he was older,

maybe in his 50s.

He's tall.

He's clean shaven.

He came out the back just as I was leaving.

We made eye contact.

I'd be able to recognize him if he...

That's him.

That one. That--that's him!

Initial if you're certain.

That's him!

I'm 100% certain.

That's good.

All right. Robert Boyd, 53.

Arrested 10 years ago with a large-scale home invasion crew.

Flipped on his accomplices for full immunity.

Since then, he's worked as

a repair man for ArmorStrong security.

Hey, ArmorStrong Security.

Both victims had ArmorStrong systems in their houses.

I'll walk you out.

Look, he'd know when the systems were turned off.

That's how he's IDing the targets.

Obviously, Nick's word is not gonna be enough.

So let's dig into Boyd and find me some concrete evidence.

- You sure you're all right? - I'm fine.

You looked uncomfortable as hell in there.

You know, Nick's 48 is almost up.

You're gonna have to file a restraining order before then,

and I don't have a problem filing it for you.

I don't know that I want to file.

Hey, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.

You have to file.

I have to? I was right about him.

He didn't harm anyone. He just helped you.

Yeah, he helped me after he manipulated me.

I mean, I know he's your patient.

I'm just asking you to listen

to the police that's in front of you--

Nick lost his mom.

He placed those feelings onto me.

That's why he's trying to protect me.

It's inappropriate. It's wrong in every way.

But that doesn't make him a monster.

I'm not talking about the intent.

I'm talking about the act.

I mean, that boy can easily escalate.

- You can't know that. - You can't know that.

If there's a way that I can do this without

completely destroying this kid's life--

No.

Kevin, you can't tell me no.

I'm trying to protect you, Val.

What do you mean I can't tell you no?

I'm not yours to protect. It's not your place.

I'm not one of your problems to be fixed.

Wasn't that the whole point of this relationship?

Something fun and free and easy, no complications?

Sometimes life gets complicated.

Maybe that's not what this is anymore.

Exactly, and I don't think that's what either of us

signed up for.

You think I care about what we signed up for when--

I do!

Look, clearly, this is not working.

And it's just-- it's too complicated.

And I--I think we should just end it right now.

Val all right?

I don't know.

What do we have on this offender?

Not much. We can't get a Title III.

And Boyd, he's being smart.

No large deposits have been flagged.

I ran the stolen goods from the last home invasion.

Nothing pops on our pawnshop database.

Oh, he is gonna have to fence the goods somehow.

I've pressed all my CIs. I've got nothing.

Could be running out of state.

The flea market.

Biding time because he knows the goods are too hot.

Hey, let's run a historical.

This guy can't be new to this.

Let's run the details wide to every open home invasion,

every burglary, all traffic, stolen property,

ongoing stings, just run it national.

See what happens.

Who are you?

Hadley Coates.

Anyone?

23.

Robbery homicide in Gary, Hinsdale, Zion, Milwaukee.

Skokie. - Geez.

Indianapolis and Chicago have her listed for

possible trafficking of high-priced stolen goods.

But she's never been charged.

Why does she hit when we're running Boyd?

I don't know yet. Here we go.

Skokie police did an undercover sting at a flea market

on Gross Point.

Hadley Coates fled with a white male, 50s, driving a black SUV.

Same plates as Boyd. - All right.

I'll keep running it. I'll get you guys an address.

All right, let's roll, Cook.

You here for that bitch?

Nope, there is nothing to worry about, ma'am.

Yeah? My ass!

That bitch owes me 30 bucks.

You tell her that when you knock.

I'm doing all her shoveling for her, and she owes me back pay.

That woman can't be coming in our neighborhood walking,

talking like she's better than us.

- All right. - That bitch is a real problem.

- Sure. - She better move!

She better move! - I got movement.

I got movement. - Go back and move!

Be quiet!

- She better move! - Shut up!

Uh-uh. Nope, nope, nope.

- Help me, please! - I'm police, calm down.

- I'm being attacked! - Hey, get your hands off her!

Chicago PD! We ain't playing that!

Chicago PD, get back in the truck and drive!

Oh, damn.

Do you see the badge?

Drive.

Cut it out. OK?

Stop fighting!

Come on.

Oh!

Who are you?

What is going on?

- Hey. - There's been a big mistake.

No, you know what the mistake was?

Paying your neighbor to be your little canary.

What's in the bag?

What you running for, Hadley?

I'm late to work, so--

Uh-uh. No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not running from anything.

Enough of that, 'cause I ain't in the mood today.

Not today. OK?

Your client, Robert Boyd,

committed two home invasion robberies.

Killed three people in the process.

You've been in the game long enough to know

how to add up them prison sentences.

Did Boyd come to you to be a fence?

Boyd? I don't know the name.

I wasn't clear when I told you I wasn't in the mood.

Tow both of the cars.

Get the team to come in here,

search and seize everything in the residence.

Book her for all three murders.

Hey! No, no, no!

We can get you as an accomplice.

- Hell no. I don't do jobs. - Hell yeah.

I don't do kill jobs. Hey!

Boyd, he gave me some merchandise, yeah.

But I wasn't gonna sell it.

I was gonna report it.

I got it upstairs.

Yeah, stolen property was all a match.

Chapman signed off on a warrant.

Ruzek's dropping anchor at Boyd's and we're en route.

Copy.

Boyd's gonna meet us there.

- What? - Nothing.

I'm just--this has got to be a lot for you and Val.

I mean, yeah.

It's not gonna work out.

And I feel like she's never gonna tell me why.

She's going through a lot, Kev.

We got a problem. Boyd's not here.

Plate readers just flagged his vehicle at 40th

and Wayne near the university.

The university?

Near Nick's place?

Yo, Adam.

We got another hit on that?

No, but Boyd could have ID'd Nick.

The kid had a damn backpack

with his university name on it.

If Boyd's been trying to find him,

stalking the university for him,

we just sent the kid home.

Boyd's gonna kill him.

Adam, we're on our way to Nick's now.

Your call has been forwarded to the voice--

- Come on, man. - What's going on?

- He declined it. - Call Val.

He'll answer for her.

- Hello? - Yo, Val.

I need you to do me a favor. Call Nick.

But why? I'm at his place.

What the hell are you doing there?

I just--I came to explain things to him, Kevin.

It's not a big deal.

No, Val, get out the house right now.

I don't want to have this conversation.

No, Val, you don't understand.

The offender ID'd Nick. He's coming there.

Get the hell out the house!

What are you talking ab--

Val?

Damn!

Radio.

Val?

Boyd!

Chicago PD.

Boyd, stop!

Chicago PD!

Put the gun down.

Drop the weapon.

You guys good?

Everybody all right?

Val, you all right?

Quiet.

Val!

Nick, you in there?

- Yeah, I-I'm here. - No, don't.

No, it's fine. Nick--Nick, that's Kevin.

It's just Kevin. It's safe, come on. Come on.

Yeah, Nick, you can come on out, man.

Everything's OK. - No, no, no, no, no.

Don't--don't. Just--just wait a second.

Hey, Kevin, it's OK.

We're gonna wait in here for a second.

I grabbed a knife when you said there was someone here.

We came in here to barricade ourselves,

and Nick's still a little nervous, and don't come in.

Wait, why--why are you telling him that?

He's gonna think I'm gonna hurt you...

Hey, Nick, you don't have to worry about that.

You don't have to worry about that.

We know you're not gonna hurt her, all right?

He does.

He's gonna tell you I'm dangerous.

He's gonna make sure I never see you again.

That's not true.

Come on, Nick, that's not gonna happen, man.

No, no, no, no. Listen to me!

Everyone just listen to me! I was protecting you.

But he's--he's trying to take you away from me.

He's lying!

He is a liar. You have to listen to me!

Let her go.

Let her go. - No, no, no.

Listen to me!

Nick. Nick, put the knife down.

Nick, nobody thinks you're gonna hurt her.

Put the knife down.

No, no, I--

No, no, no. No, I-- - Nick, put down the knife.

- No! No, no, no, no. - Put it down!

No, no! I'm not gonna let her go!

I need her! - Don't you--

No! - Let her go.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I'm not gonna hurt her!

I'm not gonna let her go! - OK, you're OK.

You're all right. - Listen to my voice.

You're fine.

He doesn't know you like I do, he doesn't know you!

He tried to turn you against me, Val!

Hey. Focus on me. You all right?

You hurt? - No! Val, Val!

I'm not gonna hurt you! Please!

No, no, no! No, no, no, no, no!

I'm not gonna hurt her! No, no, no, don't be scared.

She's got a wound. It's shallow.

She'll be all right. Nick.

He doesn't know about your mom.

He doesn't know.

You all right?

No.

Come on.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Hey.

How we feeling?

I'm fine. It's hardly a scratch.

I just want to get home. - OK.

Let me drive you.

My car's here, I can drive.

Oh, I don't recommend...

I'll drive her, thanks.

You don't need to be taking care of me.

I know you probably have a lot of stuff to do, and...

Yeah, I know you don't need me here, but...

I am trying to avoid some paperwork.

I want to be here.

I lost my mom two years ago to breast cancer.

It was...

really long and...

awful.

I was working during it,

and that's when Nick became my patient.

Around that time, he had lost his mom.

Mm-hmm.

She was all he had.

And without her, he was... untethered.

And I understood that.

I got it.

And I cared so much that I...

I crossed a line.

And I told him about my feelings about my own mom.

And I gave him my personal number,

and I gave him a hug and...

countertransference.

I should have known better.

I should have saw it happening, but by the time I did,

he already had those feelings for me.

And I referred him to another therapist.

But...

He just kept trying to find me.

It wasn't his fault. It was my responsibility.

I created that.

I should have noticed it earlier.

Val, you did not break Nick Payton.

All you tried to do was help.

I can logically know that,

but emotionally not understand it.

It's kind of the whole reason my job exists.

Is that the reason why you kept me at such a distance?

I don't know, maybe.

As you can see, I'm not good at trusting my instincts

when it comes to relationships.

I'm not sure if I can trust mine, either.

Do you really want to end this?

I think...

I'm a mess.

Me too.

But...

I don't want to end it.