Not particularly.

[ No sense lying. ]

But I know what's down there. I know the shit my family made. Whatever the truth is, it can't fuck with my head any more than what I can imagine. I'm not about to force you to tell me anything. But if it would help, and if you're not talking because of some stupid shit like not wanting me to worry-

[ He shrugs. The stool creaks. ]

-then there's no fucking sense in keeping quiet.