[ His jaw ticks when he clenches it, a flare of anger taking over for a second before he lets it go, breathing through it. ]

I'm not fucking ashamed of you. How many times am I going to have to say it before you start believing it?

[ Well, that sounded more annoyed than he wanted it to. But he's tired of this discussion. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing again, softer this time. ]

Charlie. It's not about you, okay? It's not. It's me. I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's not shame. It's... society.