[ The single huff of a choked laugh isn't a pleasant one, exasperation resulting from emotions driven to a fever pitch. It forces him to realize just how tentative his hold on his carefully crafted facade has truly been since his arrival, now that the person offering him the most stability is the one creating the most conflict in him. ]

Why the hell are you asking me?

Do you need space? You want to talk now? You want me to swear anything when you're the one who needs time?

You decide what you want, and don't put it on me.