"I don't see any reason to re-visit it, but it may manifest itself regardless," Barnaby told him. Quite frankly, he'd be surprised if it didn't on some level. The memory was burned into him, thanks in part to the fact that he never allowed himself to forget. Even all these years later, certain triggers still occasionally made him relive the experience all over again. Of course, his hope was that it wouldn't even become an issue, but he couldn't exactly rely on wishful thinking, either.

When Arthur tried to assure him about client confidentiality, Barnaby managed a ghost of a polite smile. "I would appreciate it," he said, though he'd already accepted that whether Arthur followed through or not was out of his hands.

Although there likely wouldn't be any reason to shout any of this information from the rooftops, the truth was that Barnaby hadn't shared anything he wasn't prepared to. If Arthur kept all of this to himself, great. If not, it probably wasn't going to be the end of the world. An inconvenience, at most.

Strangers knowing personal details about his life wasn't exactly anything new, after all.