He turned to face her and leaned against the bedpost, meeting her eyes as he tried to form an explanation. His mind was moving maddeningly slowly. "I just thought it would be best," he said finally, not wishing to contradict himself. "If you didn't know. It isn't that I want to keep things from you." A blatant lie and massive understatement, all at once. "Everything else we have is hopelessly tangled up in this mess, and it would be better if you ... weren't." Not that she'd been left any choice, but he did miss having her for a sanctuary. He didn't know why he felt unable to treat her as such anymore, but after destroying her home and allowing her son to fall prey to a mad reptile, somehow unburdening himself on her seemed wrong. It would be unfair to her; it would give her more power over him than she already had. Nevertheless, the urge to give in was just as strong as the need to rebel.