[ He should probably calm down or forgive her or something but that is difficult to do when you feel like you're being yanked around. Instead he combs his hand back through his hair again in a failed attempt to at least try to keep his cool. It's not really working. ]
No. You don't get to do this. You don't get to trap me on a roof, tell me you have feelings for other men and then tell me you love me like nothing happened. [ Yeah, he's mad. Not at the dreams, but how it always seems like he's supposed to trust her with everything even when she hasn't proven that he can. ]
If you really didn't doubt that you love me, then why even have this conversation? Why here? If- if those dreams were worse than watching your parents die- how do you expect me to take that, Kitty?