Well, he hadn't taken off his clothes to try and seduce her again. It was just rather uncomfy with his bloody pants around his knees and he was planning on just going to sleep. Yes, it was very typical male but what the fuck did she expect after he'd been through hell for two days?
Cath couldn't have gotten his hand up in time to block the blow. His body was completely spent and really, he'd rather have her hitting him than taking off again. He saw stars a few seconds from the impact on his already groggy and addled mind.
"No, you can stop bloody well taking off and leaving me alone," he shot back. "Fucking hell, Mae. I thought I'd lost you for good this time."
And she was back in the bathroom. Saints, he was too tired for this again. "Bloody hell, stop running away from me. Beat me, scream at me, do whatever the bloody fuck you need to, but stop running away from me!"
Cath was begging her through the door, leaning against the wall for support. He'd have been on his knees if he thought he could get back up. "Please, sweetheart. Don't leave me again."