Of course there is much being withheld. Holland has never been an open book, and he isn't about to start now when he's so close to everything being over.

The little jolt between them causes his gaze to flicker briefly over the other mans face. Wonder, maybe.

Holland was more than a little aware of his reputation. A thing that had followed him ever since he was a child. A thing that was only partial truth. Nevertheless, it was his.

He didn't look away from Kells face, studying his profile as Holland carefully curled his fingers through the others, holding his hand where no one else could see.

"You are a fool." And so am I.