I don't—feel fucked over. It's not like you've left me with something I can't recover from. Maybe I am kinda annoyed though. I've had people argue, but none of 'em storm off before I get to say anything.

[ At least he says it without heat—more exasperation. ]

I let you pursue me—well, no. I took as long as I did because I knew what you were like, that what I was like pissed you off. But when you kept up with it, I thought maybe it'd be okay..? Or something. Maybe you'd found a middle ground you could work with.

[ He doesn't actually know anymore what conclusion Zero's landed at, but that can wait. After a moment, he drags his feet over to one of the couches and leans into the arm, calming down but not fully relaxed. ]

I'll hear you out.