Hanna sighs, glancing off to the side of the boat so he doesn't have to look at Sheehan and his stupid, accurate accusations.

"I just- I know what happens when I'm honest about shit, and I'd rather not. The only person who needs to know how I'm feeling is me, and I'll deal with it." Poorly, while pretending it isn't happening and he's fine, but still. He'll deal with it any no one else has to.

"Is that a bad strategy? I don't think so. Works pretty fucking great if you ask me."