That plan backfired. If anything, Tony's distress mounted, but he didn't say anything while he coaxed her forward to rest her weight on him again to sponge the water across her neck and down her back. It was obviously frustration on his face when he laid her back down, careful then, but letting some of that frustration out when he abruptly splashed his cloth down into the bowl and started to try to ease the stained sheets out from under Raven bit by bit. Did she think persisting with the lie would make it all right again? Was he just supposed to forget who she really was?
"Will you help?!" he finally burst, only realizing afterward how unfair that was, and his next aggravated, heavy drop onto the edge of the mattress with his head in his hands was a weighty annoying with himself. He took a deep breath, unable to defend his waning patience and completely incapable of formulating an apology anywhere near sincere when he couldn't look at her.