"Apparently I'm not," he snaps, not quite hysterical but edging very very close to it.

"I didn't mean--I don't remember doing any of that. I don't know why I would have done that. I would never--" But he had. "I am...so sorry. I am sorry; I would never hurt you; I would never try to hurt you, I don't know what happened." Breathe. Have to breathe. He resists the urge to pace and instead settles for idly scratching at his rough patches down one of his arms.