He heard the dead tone to her voice and held back a wince. He'd pushed too hard. She didn't need this right now, shouldn't serve as a sounding board for his guilty conscience. She'd been through more than enough because of him already.
Biting back a sigh, he paused, turning around to face her again. "It doesn't matter, right now," he said, as kindly as he could. "Sorry. We can talk about it later, if you want to. Let's just get to the complex and get you set up. Shower, clothes, bed, all that." He held out his hand, offering but not demanding.