"There's no point in arguing my side because you'll never see it." No matter what he said. He sighed a little bit. This wasn't fair. He was being criminalized, for a simple gesture, a simple conversation. She was being unreasonable, not listening to what he was saying, and it was bothering him more than he was letting on. "But I mean what I'm saying. I won't stop loving you, no matter what."
Frustration. When she called his hard work all this, like it was just something that he did. Like he hadn't put his heart into it. He frowned and looked away, taking a couple moments to come up with an answer that wasn't angry. It didn't really work.
That frustration laced his tone as he spoke. "Because I thought it was something we could enjoy together, no matter how the discussion I intended to have with you went. A romantic idea that popped into my mind that I wanted to put face to. And if the conversation had been favorable? It'd have been all that more memorable." He added, sadness in his tone this time, "you enjoyed it, like I'd hoped, before I brought up..."
"You know it's just how I am, Leah. I like to do things for the people I care about." He liked making things special, no matter what things were. "This is no different than us talking over breakfast. We were talking in a tree. You'd not have reacted any better if I had tried it then, I wager."
He breathed deeply. "This wasn't to ask you how you felt. That was intended to be a conversation we had. And then, if we'd discussed it," if you hadn't had a fucking tantrum, "and you said no, we could move on and enjoy the scenery. But clearly..." he chuckled humorlessly. Clearly he was a fool to think that they could discuss things he wanted to discuss reasonably.
"Fine. Go, then." He turned his back, but didn't move. She said she wasn't breaking up with him, but he didn't entirely believe her. Only time would tell, he supposed.