His brows knit together when there was nothing said beyond his name. He'd expected to get yelled at, lectured, something. And then she turned away from him.

He drew in an unsteady breath and blinked away the sting in his eyes. "Isso é foda," he whispered softly.

"Não sei o que dizer." He really didn't. She was shutting down on him. He tried to reach over and touch her.