The damage I did - - he doesn't try to tamp down the anger that flares, but it dies out pretty quick. He does pull his hand back, and uses it to run over his face. His stubble itches.

'You didn' know what you were doing.'

Though it doesn't change the fact that he asked her to stop, over and over, and she wouldn't trust him.

...but that doesn't matter, does it? She had reason not to, in the end. And it was...himself, helping her. So he must have wanted- -

He scrubs his hands over his face.

'I'm gonna get dressed.'

He pulls himself up without looking at her. He doesn't look angry. Just like he doesn't want to get into it. There can be no winners in this conversation.