She hated when he got like this. Her head knew not to take it personally. He was incapacitated and miserable and in pain and his future was uncertain until the muscles and tendons and other things she didn't remember the doctors telling her in his arm healed. Of course he was upset. And her vows had guaranteed she would stand by him through it.
But it didn't mean she had to like his attitude. No matter how understanding she was.
She pulled her hand away with the slightest sigh, also releasing the one holding his. If he didn't want to be touched, fine, she wouldn't. All she'd wanted to do was offer comfort. Apparently, she'd done the opposite. The apology in his eyes wasn't quite enough to make up for the slight from her own husband. Not even given how hurt he was. "You should be sleeping," she said quietly, pulling her eyes from his and looking down at her lap.