"I know I'm scum but I'm-- I wouldn't lie to you. Never to you." His voice is shaky and he lets himself be held, resting his forehead on the other's shoulder so he doesn't have to look at him. "But I'm always going to be--sleazy scum traitor hack. I'm sorry, I'm--you deserve better." He's still tense, bowstring-taut, hands fisted, not reaching out.