You're always allowed to delve into my mind too - even if it's by asking questions.

[He'd tell her anything and everything. Including the things he doesn't talk about anymore - the long buried hurts and betrayals, the lessons learned? The sad stories that nobody wants to hear because they're a downer. Along with some of the brighter moments, too. He thinks about just laying in bed with her and talking for hours - see how deep into one another they can go in a sitting.]

But I'll uh, divinate. Is that how you say it? Read your future in some tea leaves, too. Spoiler, it's with me. Forever.