[His arm jerks up, hand open, desperately wanting some kind of retribution--even if it's nothing more than a harsh slap in the face. But no. No. Hand balling into a fist, he stiffly lowers his arm back to his side and looks away.]
Sit down. [It's practically a snarl. You are not going to make a liar out of him, not again. Even if you didn't bother to remember that promise.]