Scott paused again for another moment or two before asking: "Is there something about me saying it's none of my business that makes you decide to give me an explanation?"

It was dry, and it was wry, but it had happened often enough now to call a pattern and while it was interesting it struck him as a little bit strange. Not bad strange, but strange strange. Truth of the matter was, he was enough of a mess himself that there was a limit to how entangled in somebody else he'd get.

Wait, no there wasn't. There was a limit to how hard he'd push to get entangled.