You? [There's a fond, though sad half-bark of a laugh.] You're a genius, I really doubt that.

[He really is going to cry again. Stop doing this, Flynn. He sniffs anyway, his emotions getting the better of him. But something as kind as what Flynn was saying was exactly what he needed to hear.]

Sure about that? [That half-bark of a laugh, this time slightly bitter.] I just...I'm not trying to re-invent myself or anything. Or try to run away from myself.