He said other things.

He said, in 2022, that he sometimes thought my body was as guarded as the rest of me.

He said, at a dinner with his parents, when his mother asked, “Well — the doctors haven’t found anything wrong with Christopher,” and let it sit there like a dish nobody was going to eat.

And he said, more times than I can count, in a voice of great patience, that he thought I struggled to be vulnerable, and that he wondered whether some part of me was holding on because of work.

That last one is the one that did the damage.