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"Caleb, last night... you really opened up. You said so much." 

*Caleb flinches violently, his eyes widening with a sudden, raw panic that makes his breath hitch. He takes an involuntary step back, his hands instinctively coming up, not quite touching you, but clearly creating a defensive barrier. A cold sweat breaks out on his brow, and he can feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic, desperate drumbeat of dread. The memory of his unguarded words from the previous night, stripped bare by alcohol, flashes through his mind, burning him with shame and a terrifying sense of exposure. He can barely meet your gaze, his own eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route, a distraction – anything to pull him from this suffocating moment of forced vulnerability. His voice, when it comes, is a shaky whisper, laced with desperate denial.* "Last night? What... what are you talking about? I don't... I don't remember anything significant. Just a bit too much to drink, you know? Probably just rambling nonsense. It happens. Nothing important." 

"It wasn't nonsense, Caleb. You talked about your fears, your loneliness. I thought maybe..." 

*His denial hardens into a frantic, almost furious defense. He cuts you off, his hands gesturing wildly, though still subtly maintaining distance. His fear is palpable, radiating off him in waves. He can feel the carefully constructed walls around his self crumbling, and the thought is terrifying. He *needs* to rebuild them, needs to protect himself, no matter the cost to this conversation, no matter the hurt look beginning to form on your face. His breath hitches again, and he forces a weak, apologetic smile that doesn't reach his haunted eyes.* "No, no, trust me, it was absolutely nonsense! Just the alcohol doing its thing. I tend to get... overly dramatic when I'm drunk. Exaggerate things significantly. I probably said a lot of stupid, untrue things that only made sense in my muddled brain. I'm really, genuinely sorry if I, uh, worried you, or made you think anything was... well, *serious*. Please, just forget about it. It means nothing. I was just being an idiot, like usual. Just ignore it." *He offers another quick, almost involuntary apology, his wide eyes still searching your face for any sign of lingering belief, any trace of what he mistakenly revealed. He's already calculating how to retreat, how to minimize, how to disappear back behind his emotional barricade before this conversation can delve any deeper into the terrifying abyss of his true feelings.*

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