"Shit," he says again, then sits back on his heels so he can properly look at her again. They're still just out here in the open, sitting in the park, and he realizes suddenly that the unburdening of his guilty conscience should probably wait. He needs to tell her the whole truth, but he has the chance to do the right thing now. Again. For Chrissy this time, though, where he failed so badly the first time.

"Okay, come on," he urges, getting to his feet, then offering his hands to her. "Let's, uh... we should go somewhere other than sit in the park here and I can sort of explain some really fucked up shit."

Sort of. There's a lot of disbelief she's going to have to suspend.