He wasn’t actually trying to argue that. He planned to make a call in the morning.

But he’d started this now, and it needed to come out.

“You won’t tell me what’s going on with you. Even when I ask.” A flick of that uncomfortable smile. “You haven’t actually said yet. What I might do that makes you feel safe.”

If he were to guess right now, he’d figure it was “nothing”. (And the way he was ranting — well. He knew this wasn’t really helping.)