[She already knows that he can read every last bit of her demeanor. Of course he isn't going to say anything of it; he doesn't have the right to feel pained. Not in the slightest. This is all his fault. He felt being honest with her would be wise idea, but clearly it hasn't.
Then again, he knows exactly what he decided to tell her is what makes it worse.]
Yeah. I am.
[A partial lie. Although he's always been calm and collected in trying situations. This is no different, excluding what all has transpired between them in only a few minutes.]
I'll ask around instead. [His chest tights more.] I won't try and stop you if you want to leave.