He sighed, shoulders relaxing slightly as he rolled his neck, first one way, then the other. "I know you are. I just... goddamn it, Hermione is it too much to ask for you to try?" He stood, whirling so he faced her, face furious. "Is it too much for me to ask for you to help me save you so I can fucking keep you? Don't you think I've suffered fucking enough? What do you expect from me here? Seven fucking years, Hermione. Seven. I waited and hurt and fucking suffered. Every day. And now you're here, and I'm here and we're finally able to... get something back. Get us back. Be something, for real. And you're going to throw it away, this second chance neither of us thought we'd ever get because of - what? For what?" His eyes were wide and wild as he stared at her, his pain and confusion evident.