"I'm not like New York. Or you or Neal or Doc," he said taking in a deep breath and letting it out, eyes somewhere down in between them. "People get beaten to death for doin' this kinda crap where I'm from. I know this ain't Harlan but.. Embracing what isn't the social norm is.."

He shook his head a little. "Not anyone's fault here. And I don't care about what people do behind their own doors. I just didn't expect to be findin' myself wanting to do the same.." He looked up again. "I don't need a therapy season or.. the world explained to me. It's not somethin' I ever considered for myself. Old habits are hard to change."