"Verity!" He didn't mean to yell, he really didn't, particularly not when she looked so shocked and fragile and wobbly and all, but she was being a sodding idiot about it too, he was pretty certain, and also this conversation was making his stomach hurt.
"Deal with it? Of course I'll deal with it. You think I'd just - " But then his mouth snapped shut, and he blinked at her, and the look darkened a little, his voice lowering to a slower, quieter tone that was probably a lot worse than the yelling. "You do, don't you? You think I'd just walk away and let you worry about it on your own? Do you bloody well know me at all?"