[Jonathan gently clutches at his pillow ash e collects his thoughts.]

I suppose I don't have any proof, perhaps she is just surprised as we are, but... I suppose I've just become accustomed to trusting people who stab me in the back. I don't want to live my life thinking that asking for help will only hurt me in the long run, but...

[He exhales, in an attempt to ground himself.]

But, of course, I know that's not always the case. I trust you with my life, for example.