[There's silence for a moment - she's giving him an out in more ways than one - an out of everything, an out from being walled up within himself. It's a lot to flip through and digest but they're probably a little too far past keeping it transactional or cutting anything off. Which is why he rubs his hand over his chin, grumbling something in the back of his throat as he looks away. He keeps his eyes off on the other side of the yard, and his voice is even and calm, slower than it needs to be:]

I don't act like - believe it or not, this is my fucking caring face.

[No bite, no growl, just - a sigh.]

I'm just not equipped to lose anyone else right now. So you'll have to pull through with your half of the agreement and not do anything stupid or dangerous if I can't do the same.