He watched her closely, but everything was so fucked up now, he wasn't noticing if she was lying or not. Maybe he was the one that was lying. To himself about all of this, but no. He couldn't just take whatever she said for what it was because he'd been around them for months, hell almost a fucking year and he knew how they worked. He knew that whatever they wanted, they got. Rebekah's no different from them.
"You want me to leave, huh?" He smirked then and took a few daring steps toward her. "You never answered the question. Do you ever compel me, have you ever compelled me? Why me? What the fuck do you see in me that could ever be good for you?" Because he wasn't. He didn't think he was. He wasn't good for anyone because in the end, it was about him. Always. He'd always take care of himself, but he'd been taking care of her the way she wanted to be taken care of for months. He wanted to do it. He wanted it all and now ... he still did. He didn't understand.
"You tell me to choose between you and Max. You or Max. I chose you. I stayed with you because I wanted to, or did I? And I see what you do. You hate the prison so much, you hate the people inside of it, Klaus hates them, you all hate the fucking prison, but you go running off to help people in the prison? Why do you want to help them? Or talk to them, they all want you dead. Did they try to get you out? No. I did. It was me." There were tears in his eyes, but he was so angry and so confused ... "I just want the truth, but I don't know if you're - FUCK!" He rubbed the back of his neck and he turned away again.
He didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't know how else to go about it. So he just stopped. He wiped his cheek and walked into their bedroom and grabbed a bag. He shoved some clothes in there because once again, he was leaving. He still had his apartment in the projects. She walked in and he didn't look at her. He just shut down. Wasn't saying shit, wouldn't say shit and wouldn't look at her.