Well... I don't know how much you have to worry about worrying me. That sounds funny. [They're in a jamjar; their lives are a constant cycle of worrying, because evidently nobody here has it 100% easy, and those who did, no longer have that luxury. He knows that Will had connections to a serial killer (and one heck of a serial killer at that), knows that he's dead, knows that he wound up killing Hannibal in turn... that seems like plenty to him. What else is Will hiding?]

I'd rather you just say what you wanna say, you know? But I've had plenty of friends who just don't wanna talk about, like, anything from home. At all. And I can respect that too, so long as it's what they really want.

[Unspoken: so long as it's what you really want.

But being secretive about things like the city you're from? That just sounds exhausting to Jaime.]