And if we aren't lucky? How much more does that 'bit more' become? ...There's only so long we can keep this from him before we move past disappointing him and into hurting him.

I'm uncomfortably uncertain of just where that line is drawn.

[This is dangerously close to a pout, actually?]

...I'm also uncertain how to deal with having actual qualms about my propensity for secrets. I'm not at all accustomed to this.