"For now." The words ring in his head like a gong because he knows better than to assume nothing could ever change, that this stasis of what they've had so far is where it will stay forever. Nothing lasts, ever. Even things that should, forever. Like him. Like everything he'd built back there in Lawrence. His jaw is tight and he takes a half step back away from her, eyes squinted in a glare for even managing to break through that much to him. She's dangerous for this. He can't stop thinking about that.

"What difference does it make to you?" he snaps, anger hiding the pain he's trying not to think about now, here, in front of her. Because he can't fall apart again, but he damn sure can't do it in front of her. He's too prideful for that, and it's even beyond the fact of her being a hunter, but circled around to simply another person seeing him that low, that broken, that gone. It's a risk he isn't willing to take.