My foot jerked back with a panic that I've reserved for that fateful day when I arrive somewhere in public completely nude. And I really didn't think it was a bad idea to tell you that I'd felt the metal touch my bone; no matter what I thinly said to the contrary. I knew how'd you'd react, which is why I told you in the first place. Still, I hope someday you'll get past thinking that trying to take care of me is some sort of bossy, off-putting thing. In the past, I always made myself extremely hard to care for. Luckily for my jaw, my stubborness is completely lost with you, even from a gojillion miles away.