[ That hits home, more than almost any other argument could have. Onni framing it in that way changes everything. Reynir hadn't ever thought of it like that - that by putting on a false cheerful face, hiding what he's feeling, he's denying Onni the chance to know the real him. That Onni wants to get to know him, and Reynir wants that so badly, but it won't really happen if he doesn't let Onni see the messy, ugly things, too.

He nods a few times, face solemn, taking it to heart. He should do better. For Onni's sake. Even if it goes against everything he's taught himself, and been taught, directly or indirectly, by others. ]

You don't need to apologize, Onni! It's - that's not why I brought it up. And no, I can't tell you. Not won't, can't. When that sort of thing happens, I - kind of make myself just forget it, deliberately. As much as possible. And you've never done anything remotely hurtful enough for that to be even a little hard. It's just - little things. Stupid things I should be less sensitive about. Next time it happens... I'll tell you, right away. I promise.