"I'm sorry," You croak and clear your throat. "I should have told you when it happened, I shouldn't have kept it from you, but I was afraid you'd get hurt. I didn't want you to-"

"You're him. Mr-Do-Well..." Fluttershy whispers, and the look of fear melts from her features.

(AKA the obligatory aftercare fic in which You are Mr-Do-Well and You and Fluttershy have a much needed talk.