No! [Claude startles himself at his vehement response, clearing his throat before continuing on, trying to ease his nerves.] No, it's not that I don't want to. It's just--I mean, you're probably one of the only ones I wouldn't mind seeing those things--those memories.

[The only other person he could think of even remotely trusting to be privy to those would be Hilda, but even then it's not something he would jump into without trepidation.]

[He turns to face Byleth fully, a small frown pulling at his lips as another restless hand makes a futile attempt to push back some of his more unruly strands of hair.] It's not that I...don't trust you with those things. My past that is. It's just... [He huffs, unable to keep up with the eye contact, gaze wandering.]

...I would like to tell you all those things about me, at some point. I'm not trying to hide it forever, but the thought of being forced to share something I haven't prepared myself to share is... [A mirthless chuckle] ...not really a thought I enjoy.