His expression shifts, becoming stonier, and his head turns, tracking her as she moves through the kitchen.

"This isn't about me it's about you. Everything you just said is all the more reason you should have told somebody."

He starts to move, not quite pacing, but the agitation won't let him just stay still. He moves around the table, gathering breakfast dishes and taking them to the sink.

"You're lucky to be alive and breathing," he mutters himself, not bothering to drop his voice.