[It's not so much of a leap because at least Noah can imagine a pistachio being cracked, and he's smart enough to at least grasp the concept. Still, he's a stubborn kid, and no matter how many times he's been told to share his problems with others, he still believes wholeheartedly that they're not worth talking about.]

Mine aren't something people can deal with. Not people here. I'd rather help others with their problems at the end of the day anyway. It's easier to just... black out and forget about my own problems. I mean, I guess that analogy makes sense somehow, but I've always flown solo. Or... mostly solo. It's always been me versus the world, just in general.