"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Shouldn't I be the one that gets to decide that?" he asked. "Shouldn't it be up to me whether I like you or don't like you before you fucking go off and set boundaries for me when I don't even know if there should be boundaries set." He took a step towards her and reached up to brush a hand across her cheek. "I despise fighting with you, but you need to stop dictating to me my feelings when you know nothing about them."