[That's usually how it happens. The conversation seems to flow naturally until you suddenly find yourself deep in territory you're not actually comfortable with, too late to back out. On the plus side, Qrow doesn't sound horrified or anything like that, at least. It's not that far removed from something he can relate to himself--drowning himself in alcohol when the world got to be too much to deal with, waking up in places he didn't recognize because he blacked out, things like that.]

For what it's worth, I didn't push so that you'd tell me the actual secret. I don't actually care about your business. S'just that it was too obvious, and if you don't want people knowing about it, you're gonna want to practice locking that shit down. Wearing it on your face like that just gives people a blinking "dig here" sign.

[A quiet breath, and here, Qrow's gonna go ahead and smear the clown makeup on his face because he just got done saying he doesn't care but he sure is out here offering advice on how to keep your secrets, isn't he. And now that it's already out there he just....hngh.]

Has anyone told you yet that this place shares memories pretty often? Even fake ones, sometimes. Whatever happened that freaked you out so bad...you never know when the town will throw it at someone else. You'll wanna be ready for that.