Marty clenched his jaw, but didn't rise to her bait. If she wanted to start out with battling sarcastic statements, she was on her own.
Instead, he watched her finish, ready to leave when she was done because it seemed she didn't care about talking. Then she sat, so he listened and then it was his turn to sigh. "Savannah, I just said I can't fix this without you. How do you get 'maybe I don't want to fix things with me' from that? What do you think I'm trying to fix? I haven't lied to you. I may have said things badly or phrased them in ways that didn't say what I meant to say, but I haven't lied to you. I'm not...I'm afraid to talk to you anymore because it seems like no matter what I say, it doesn't come out the way I mean or you don't hear what I'm saying or I don't know. But, half the time I don't think we're even having the same conversation. I'm sitting here trying to tell you that I need to talk to you, but I don't know how when the things bothering me are things I can't talk about because of the job. I don't..." He ran his hand through his hair. "I don't even know where to start because I don't know where you're getting half the things you're accusing me of anymore. What do I say? Just tell me the words you need to hear to believe me because I'm out of ideas, I don't know what else I'm supposed to say other than what I've been trying to say every time we have this conversation and that is that none of that is what I meant and if that's what it sounded like, I'm sorry."