The fact that she'd be hurt by his leaving never occurred to him. Not once, while he was leaving, while he was gone, even now speaking to her. It seemed such a bizarre reaction and honestly, the look on his face probably said as much. "You were hurt?" And then his anger seemed to ratchet up, "Hurt?" His eyes growing wide, Gaspard took a step back, his breathing becoming more labored, "I've always been this way," he threw his arms out wide as if to say 'this is me.'
"I just found out..." He stepped closer, speaking low to keep the topic between the two of them, "I just found out my entire life is...." He shook his head again, words failing him.
When she told him 'you're drunk' he nodded, his eyes big and conveying, 'well, yeah.'