He turns his head, burying his face in his sharp knees and thin arms so that he can try and keep his breathing slow and measured, pretend that Arthur isn't there even as he's touching his back. He hadn't had the courage to tell Taylor, he'd just slipped the redacted part of his file into her hands and left it at that the last time he'd seen her. He hasn't asked her if she'd read it yet.

But the thing about learning to trust people with the parts of you you'd prefer to hide is that it's still terrifying to say them out loud. Arthur won't get up and walk away without a word when he next opens his mouth, Sheehan hadn't, it would be ridiculous if he did after what he'd shared earlier, but that doesn't make it any easier.

"Dolores 'Dolly' Cross."