[He words cut him deeper than they should. She had a problem and she had it with him. She was his friend, a companion, a partner and she was upset because of something that had to do with him. If that wasn't already bad enough, she wasn't telling him what it was and that made it only worse. Could she no even trust him anymore? Had he disappointed her so much? He was confused and no closer to the solution than before.]

How can you say that? Or course it's my problem! You're obviously angry and it's obviously got to do with me.

[He breathes deeply in, because he feels like he's being slowly overruled by his emotions. That wouldn't be wise.]

Besides, I think we're friends. Anything that's your problem, is mine as well.

At least tell me if I can somehow make it alright.

[If she was intent on playing the dead fish, if she just couldn't tell him, no matter what, he had to respect that in the end. But he at least wanted to know, if there was something, anything, he could do as an amend.]