"It's just..." He'd rested a hand on Val's collarbone, and his other one had started kneading at his shoulder muscle, barely even realising that he was giving him an impromptu massage. He just needed to touch him. "I don't know, rich people can be such arseholes. Not you, or I wouldn't be here. Never you. But I guess my brain's made connections and I just... I don't feel right in those social circles. I don't have a place there, and I don't want to." He hoped that that wasn't too blunt, but he had a hard time hedging around the truth. Much better to state it plainly.