[He pulls his shoulders in, making himself a smaller target. He's done bad and he knows it.]

I wasn't planning on--I didn't think it'd--

[He stops, tongue on the tip of some excuse that'd explain it, why he had to. He wants to look away and gather his thoughts. He can't. She won't let him. He swallows and lowers his voice.]

I wanted you to be safe, and I...I know what I'm made of. I knew that...I'd probably get in a fight.