[Once again he seeks refuge by hiding his face, this time stuffing it against the material of his sleeves, behind his folded arms that he perches over his knees. It's a half-step better than squeezing his knees to him at least.]

No, I understand. I've never been one for taking the easy way out. I wouldn't have gotten this far if I didn't want to change. I always want to be better. If I don't then what good am I to anyone?