The touch felt like a burn to his skin, Severus stepped back, his eyes wide for a moment, how long had it been since someone touched him? It felt like a decade. Forgive himself? There was no way he could do that, he was getting what he deserved, he had been wrong, always been wrong. "You don't know what you're talking about." he said, turning around, the cup of tea getting caught in his dark robe and coming down with a loud crash, which he ignored pointedly. He had to go, he had to run and hide.