Jude is too slow to stop himself. He's already exposed too much to Sullivan, who is such an immediate threat that he's not sure why he's revealing even these superficial details to him. He's not used to admitting he likes anything. His tastes, his hobbies, the things that might actually make him happy. Talking to Sully feels like throwing his diary into a fire.

"He's my favorite writer. William Shakespeare." He hates the sound of his own voice, hushed and secretive. It's no secret. He has mugs, journals and shirts emblazoned with Shakespeare quotes. It's just that he doesn't discuss it. "Cliche. Maybe it's the mere-exposure effect."