[He's not sure whether it was his words or hers that made that heavy feeling in his gut. He -- shouldn't have said that, but he can't bring himself to take it back. And she... confirmed it, didn't she? She doesn't care about him; she has no reason to.]
[He can't look at her as she moves to leave, and so just hangs his head and tries to convince himself to say something to her. Whether pride or anger or grief, he just can't make his mouth work. In the end he just nods his assent, because that's what she wants, isn't it? And anyway, hasn't he been trying to get her to leave him alone?]