[ He hesitates -- he can't help that either. He's already given away a whole lot more than he'd ever intended to, tonight, and he wonders -- is it too late to reel it back in? Is it too late to pull out of this nosedive and pretend this didn't happen?

He could, he thinks. It'd be a really fucking shitty move, but he could.

... oh fuck it. ]

I'm not human. [ He says it before he loses the nerve, and even then he says it quietly and quickly. ]

I mean-- I'm half-human. On my mom's side. Haven't found out what my dad is. Was.

Figure you should-- probably know.