He watches her silently as she moves around the room and gathers her things, stuffing them all into her suitcase. He's all too familiar with what she's feeling, both by having felt it and having seen it in other people, and it's not something he likes much. She might not be at risk of turning into a literal monster like him, but he's seen what anger can do, how it can eat someone from the inside out without them even realizing it.

And there's no point to it, either. He doesn't want her to be like this on his behalf, it's not worth it.

Once she's all ready to go, he steps closer to her, one hand settling on her arm and another cupping her face as he leans in to kiss her again, pulling away once he no longer feels that anger brewing inside her anymore. At least not as strongly.

"I appreciate you defending me, but I don't want you to be angry for my sake. Please?"