[The smile flickers back a little more genuinely now.]

Mr. Netherlands... Do you want to know something else I'm afraid of...?

You.

Because... I want you to like me. I want you to want to know me. I want you to think I'm... not someone you put up with because I'm a kid, or someone who has to be coddled because I'm too much of a crybaby. So that's why, even though I'd always like to be with you, I'll say that sort of thing.

If you're alright with that... then, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.