[The gesture is soothing, enough to make his entire body relax just slightly against her, and he gives her hand a squeeze of thanks in return. It isn't that he has trouble talking about his experiences-- as far as he's concerned, they're in the past. They're not subjects he enjoys dwelling on, but he's also come to terms with them by now.]

I don't want to keep any secrets from you, but I don't want to hurt you, either. I know it would hurt you to hear some of them.

[He brushes a kiss against her hair.]

It's up to you whether or not you want to know. I won't judge whatever decision you make.