The frown edges towards a scowl.

'This isn't the same as that.'

He rubs a hand over his forehead, and takes a deep breath.

'Don't use my words against me, Alex. If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have stopped here and waited for you after...after it happened. I wouldn't have stayed here for the last week, putting myself through-


- look, can we just stop this? I don't want to go home on a row.'