It was the little things that he nitpicked because it grated on his nerves. Those were the little things about Echo that he couldn't let slide. The way she didn't care herself confidently enough. She was still far too shy and nervous. He didn't like that.
Yet, at the same time she was his constant. She was always going to be there because of their story. That too grated on his nerves. It seemed unfair to her, but he couldn't much get around that.
He put the jacket away where he couldn't see it, ignoring the fact that she may have felt uncomfortable with his comments. He pushed her towards the couch, placing his hands on her shoulders to guide her there. They usually spent nights this way, it was frustrating to a degree that she had not cracked before this. So eager to please, but still so timid.