I hope you understand if I want to take things slowly. You have to understand that I don’t easily open up to people. I build walls. Lots of them. But if you’re lucky, the walls in your name will have windows and maybe even doors. And maybe time and tenderness will erode the walls, brick by brick. And they will never be completely gone but because of you they will be ancient ruins. Just now that if I give you windows in your walls, we’ve got a shot. And I hope that’s enough.