[ There could be a description here about ice water and stabs through the heart, but none of them would even come close to the dull, suffocating punch he just took. He lets his hands drop, steps — stumbles — back a step. Two.
It feels like he can't breathe, and maybe he can't under that weight of guilt. More than he can really carry and so, with his eyes glued to anything that isn't her, he surrenders.]
...Fine. If that's what you want... I'll stay out of your way.