Yeah. It's- surprisingly common. Like kids who don't know how to look after animals yet. Lots of things that are only dangerous to people because they like people enough to want to keep them but don't know that there are things that kill them.

[ Yes this is a serious conversation about a mutual friend's delicate emotional state but also he's not going to STOP talking about sticky horses. He's good at talking about one topic and it's 'weird shit that Belmonts learn'. ]

...yeah. I am. I mean- it's what I do. Knowing why things are different from other things. Why sticky horses are different from horses that aren't sticky. Keeps people alive, most of the time. Just- you know. Makes me the least qualified person in the fucking world to make things right for him.