It shouldn't have, but the realistic point of view she was giving bothered him. He wouldn't accept it even if she was ready to see that as her only fate out there. Her thanks was completely ignored. "So that's it then. After everything you're just going to curl up and die. If that's all you're willing to think of you shouldn't have come here, you should've just found a fucking bridge to jump off of!" He went back to the cabinet once more to look for cups, slamming the doors shut as he did. "Maybe you'll freeze with the damn fish and just wake up in the spring!"
There was a few moments of silence from him. He leaned against the cabinet and stared at the kettle, waiting for the water to boil. There was always another way for him. Giving in to something like that just seemed like a weakness. From her, it just didn't suit. "No. What's going to happen is my uncle's going to find out, he's going to invite you back in just to annoy the piss out of me, and we're going to end up back on square one."
The square they were currently on in the first place was something that hadn't been exactly salvageable. However, where they began was even more undesirable. It had been proven well that Mobius wasn't exactly good for either of them even though Michel still refused to completely give up his attachment to the man. More honestly, it was doubtful that the situation of his uncle taking her in again would have even occurred. He had made a few clever remarks regarding the eyepatch, but he seemed ready to move on to the next project. It was mostly an excuse for his next proposition.
"You're just going to have to stay here until you find somewhere else to go." Every fiber of his being was telling him that it was a mistake, but at the same time he didn't really care what every fiber of his being thought. He wasn't going to let her die that easily.