[And there it is. He supposes he should have seen that one coming, only he didn't, and he opens his mouth to protest before abruptly closing it again. Is she right? Is that what he does?

He doesn't think so. But-- well. He doesn't tend to ask people if they want him to leave, does he? Only tells them, or up and leaves before they have the chance to stop him. Hmmm.]

It's...it's not quite the same though, is it? I'm not trying to tell people what their ailments are without asking. I'm the ailment, usually. And so it makes sense, to do the right thing and, you know. Leave. Before I disappoint them, or harm them in some way, or otherwise ruin things for them.

[But he's staring at the bottle again, away from her, slightly red in the face.]