You whispered, tired. "Because I love you. Is it so bloody wrong that I give a crap? That I want you to know we're all fighting too?"

He had to be alone. He was the strongest. Why couldn't you just back off? And he lost it.

"You're the one bothering when everyone bloody knows I have to do this. You 'care' because you have this funny idea of hanging onto your feelings for something that'll never be. So shut up and back off."

He saw your face and he immediately regretted it.