He was tired of fighting, truth to be told. And not ready to fight her. He left the table, and grabbed his coat, and a moment later, had left the apartment. Left behind, near the shower was a bag with her name on it. In it was a set of clothing in her size as he remebered it(and so off a little), and the set of ids and permits he had thought she might need.
He left, and just scrubbed his face, planning to find a new place, and start anew the next day. He hated how things worked sometimes, but he had never been willing to force anyone on this kind of thing, and he was just... tired.