He finally speaks, and the calmness in it infuriates her even further. She stares at him, breathing raggedly as he speaks, chest heaving as she lets her tears fall without wiping them away.

"Any of it," she says after a long moment, and then the fight seems to leave her all at once as her shoulders slump and she reaches up to wipe at the mess of her face, turning her head away from him.

He could have told her any of it, but he chose to keep it to himself, to be alone, even after they assured each other that they wouldn't be. "I deserved to know."