Nearly, again

Nearly said it tonight. The drawer, specifically. Not the Feldman year, which we have now actually talked about twice — the drawer. Got as far as: there is something I want to tell you and it is not a big thing but it is a thing. And he put down what he was holding and turned round and gave me his entire attention, immediately, which is what he does and which I had somehow not factored in, and the full attention was so much more than I had braced for that I said: it can wait until the weekend. And he said okay, and did not push, and I watched him decide not to push. So that is where we are. I have the sentence, I have a man who turns round and puts things down, I have a weekend coming, and I bottled it because he was too available rather than not available enough. I would like to record that I know how that sounds.