He glares at her, visibly shaking with anger and something even deeper than that. There is a sort of desperation in his eyes that doesn't line up with everything else. Something raw and imploring.

Voices itch in the back of his mind, his own train of thought furious and circular and betrayed. He just wants to crawl out of his own skin.

"Why don't you answer your own damn questions!?" he snarls, his fists tightening hard enough to draw blood. He only manages to stare at her for a few more moments before he loses it.

"Fuck!"

He turns from her and storms off to try to close himself into the ablution chamber.