His hand twitched slightly, as if trying to decide whether to stay in her grasp, and he sighed.

"I've... done things," he said after a moment, the words falling heavily in the quiet room. "Things it is hard for me to talk about. Things I've never talked about. I had reasons for coming here, Rey. Reasons that have to do with the safety of others, but not only that."

There were things he had trouble admitting to himself, let alone another person. Rey might not judge, but she could not understand. And nothing would make him feel better about what he'd done.