He sees her concern and her compassion, and part of him loves her for it, but right now it's also frustrating, and the anger still ultimately wins out.

"And did you need to? First of all, I called you guys over to keep me company anyway," he points out - though if he's honest, he knows that's not necessarily a given, at least on any other day.

"And if I hadn't - what do you think would happen? You think I would do the same thing? You think I would ever do that to Henry, to you? I hated my dad for what he did to me and my mom, you think I could do the same damn thing?"

He gets suddenly to his feet, pushing the chair back roughly, needing to walk, to move, to not look at her for a second.