Apology accepted. I suppose I should apologize for unloading all that, though I did so in a spirit of transparency.

[The feed comes up, revealing him in a disheveled, dare we call it vulnerable state: hair slightly on end and a bit damp, glasses off, revealing his weird, feline eyes, the neckline of a pair of tan surgical scrubs visible. He almost looks about half his calendar age for a moment. A small but genuine smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.]

There. Something like this... I felt it better to say this face to face, at least through this medium.

I don't form connections easily, as you've probably gathered, but... I do sense a certain attachment and a deep regard for you. I'm not sure there's much you could do that would dispel that.