He blinked. Owen didn't want him to kiss him. Owen didn't...of course Owen didn't want him. He hadn't been good enough for his Master. He would never be good enough...he was just broken and messed up. He flinched away a bit, embarrassed that he had acted that way. Now Owen wouldn't want to stay.
"You don't want me," he said more to himself than Owen, still clinging to the doctor. "Just a job...an obligation. Doctors try to fix things, even if they don't care about them. You don't want me. Sorry...I'm sorry...still not good enough. Never will be. I'll be better...stop messing up. I'm sorry."