It's not that. [Blue breathes out, tired, when he finally lets her words settle in a little. He fidgets and flips the patties again so they don't burn.] It's not... It's not you that I can't say it, it's just...

[He bites his lips and tries to squeeze his eyes so that the welling emotion stays stuffed back.]

I don't wanna think about it right now... I'm gonna burn dinner.

[When all else fails, make a dumb excuse. He stares at the burner as steam rises from the pan.]

What things do you know already?