He moved to stand too close to her, face covering a mere inch from hers. In the past she would have shrunk back and against his better nature it made him feel like he was in control. It made him feel like Merle. If he made that connection he might not do it anymore but in moments of anger he couldn't seem to stop himself. "Think you can survive out here all by yourself?" he challenged right back, gaze steady and the threat of abandonment real.
"You act like I ain't a grown man. Like I gotta get your permission to do shit"