The last time you were here, you barely wanted me to be around you. Forgive me if I'm wary.

( he's not going to let that barb go without a retort even if she adds something to the end of it. he sits back and crosses his arms, unable to not take a little offense to it. he would always want to be with her and it would never be a favor, it would always be of his own volition. )

I'd rather not feel that again.

( the constant burden of knowing he'd done it to them, he'd made her feel that way and there was nothing he could do about it. )