[She's sure he didn't mean it the way she immediately interprets it, but—

All the same, her arms tighten around the pillow. It's not just what he's said; it's the lack of sleep, other things that have been happening this week, and - really, a feeling she's had for over a month now coming to a head. He might not be able to see her face from their current positions, but it's not hard to hear the slightly tightened, teary tone of her voice as she answers.]

I shouldn't have asked to come. Because - I can't fight and I'm apparently too stupid to have just looked up at the ceiling and stopped any of this from happening, so it's not like you needed me at all, right?