Sanemi lets out a frustrated growl, reluctantly forcing himself to apologize to you—even though he didn’t believe he was wrong for lashing out. You were an idiot. You put yourself in harm’s way. How’s he expected to not be angry?

“I’m sorry for yelling.” He sounds like a toddler being forced to apologize for misbehaving. When he doesn’t get a response, he grabs your arm and forces you to face him, his fingers sliding down to find yours. “What did you expect me to do? Be fine with it?”