"Because you wouldn't go," she shoots back, her gaze drifting up from his hands. He's still pissed about that, and she...kind of gets it, especially now. "Even after you ripped open your wrist."

And she'd insisted on it after she'd caught him screwing up knots. It sits uncomfortably in her mind next to the way she's refusing now.

"Look," she says after a few moments, watching his eyes behind the scraggly hair shading his face. "Can we finish this first?"