"Therein lies the rub..." he admits, looking back to her. He pauses, as if collecting his thoughts, as if parsing the right words to phrase this. "I hesitate to tell them, since ...if they knew about me what I know about myself, I fear it could estrange them. I'm not certain that I can accept it and my head contains this information.

He straight up says it: "I've discovered I'm not the man I thought I thought I was, and I'm not certain that I like this man, either." He drops his gaze slightly, as if waiting for that to sink in, waiting for her to tell him he's crazy, or something else...