[He's quiet for another moment, just silent and staring, as if he can continue to avoid telling Matthew everything. And maybe he can, a little. Well, not everything. But a lot. He rubs his eyes a bit and looks up, then back down.]

You need to decide if you want to know or not. Bad shit happens. And I won't tell you if you don't want me to.

But you're the one who has to choose.