[He doesn't recoil when she comes close, but he does squint a bit, like he's trying not to avert his eyes. She wants to see him. Why doesn't he want to see her?

Ugh, he's the real one with problems here. This wouldn't be an issue if he was just less of a jerk.]

Look, I mean, I get why you didn't. I might've stopped you.

[And what would have happened, had he forced her from that choice? She'd be dead. She'd be dead in that cave and all he'd have picked up was that umbrella, empty, and the thought hits him harder than he wants it to.]

I'm just... it was a you choice, y'know? I made a choice for me, and, it's...

[Why can't he be vulnerable with her anymore? This used to be his outlet. And the more his brain moves, a million miles an hour behind his eyes, he knows why. He spent all this time fixating on her difference from him, when it's him who grew past her, who closed off his heart. Who's being difficult for the sake of the fuss, for the attention, for the hope of some closure.]

I miss when it was choices for us. But 'ss not your fault. I'm the one over here being an asshole about it. You were happy. I shoulda been too.