[What'd Cliff even know about all this anyways? Dealing with all this and knowing the moment he probably spilled he'd be labelled as annoying or a pest? He bites his lip a little bit because, yes, he does want to spill and while Cliff is giving him this chance...

he can't take it. Or else he'd betray the very image he's trying to build for himself.]

I'll be fine, Cliff. There's a lot more to worry about right now than just me...

But, thanks. It's nice to know that. I mean it.