He should have felt better after that, after getting everything out and exploding. Jane had, so why didn't he? Maybe it was because everything still hurt and he had way more to be angry at than Jane did- or at least he felt like he did. Either way, exploding hadn't helped and he wasn't in the right state of mind to be able to forgive Jane, or even believe anything she said. He certainly didn't believe her when she said she didn't hate him. It didn't sound like it from his point of view.

"So instead," he said, finally turning his attention to her, his voice quivering slightly, and god he hated that it did. "You bottled it all up and proceeded to dump it all on me at the most inopportune time, in the most hostile way you possibly could? Why? How is that possibly the best path to take?" He just didn't understand it. Why Jane was being like that. He couldn't deny that she had reason to be angry, but... like this? And to treat him the way she had? It hurt.

"Is it because you think I'm a robot who doesn't have feelings? That I can just take everything you said and be fucking alright with it and bounce back because that's what you've come to expect out of me?" If that was what Jane expected, then she was wrong. But honestly, he only had himself to blame if that was her perception of him. It was the kind of thing he wanted people to see, anyway. It was apparently coming back and biting him in the ass. "News flash though, it fucking hurts." He turned away from her again, swallowing hard. "I'm not blameless in this and I'm not fucking claiming to be, but considering I have no fucking clue what my thought processes were back home, I can't exactly apologize for my part in this. So I guess I have nothing more to say to you right now."