[ in a sort of hushed whispery voice: ]

I don't... really want to tell you. It's kind of private, bro.

[ and then he runs a hand through his hair and straightens up. he opens his mouth once, twice, before kind of shrugging. he's not really sure what to say. that was... a nice thing to offer? he's kind of surprised. ]

Still, cool. Thanks. I guess I know who to go to if someone tries to rip off my arm? Unless it's you! Hopefully it's not you! That would probably suck. Please don't rip off my arm.