He pulled her arms away from her face and down to her sides, she was trembling. "But you're always going to accuse me now. Aren't you?" He let go of her hands, feeling bad that he'd stressed her out, but not bad about telling her what she needed to hear.
"What is wrong with you Natalie?" Was it stuck in her head, buried in her brain that men were forever going to toy with her? Yet, she was doing the exact same thing to him, he was tired of it.
"I can't do this." In his younger self he wasn't easy to give up, but he was quicker to move on.