"Okay. I won't." Not so secretly, he thinks that he'll at least once fuck it up. Even if it's accidentally saying hello to Jade's guest or something just as innocuous, he's not going to be perfect. But he keeps these worries to himself. He doesn't want to fuck up, it's simply something that happens all the time.

Raising his hips and taking his weight off Jade's legs, he gently drops his head forward to rest against Jade's. "I can't control myself when I'm angry. Uh. Or scared." And then people get hurt. Killed, in the worst case scenario. Perhaps he shouldn't be telling Jade any of this. It's too personal, too intimate, and even drunk as he is the honesty makes his skin crawl. The goosebumps are proof of his discomfort.

"I want to change that." He's not a killer; he doesn't want to hurt people at all. "I don't know how."