I don't want to care. I've been telling myself I don't, I shouldn't. But that's not true.

[He sits down, angled so he's facing her.]

I care about you very much. I hate that you lied to me - I really hate that you were able to lie to me - but I understand it. Even if I wish I didn't. But the more I think about you, the angrier I get.

That doesn't mean I want you spending your days miserable.