[Somebody could make at least ten dollars off of a Trish-to-Giorno dictionary.]

[Minutely, he shakes his head.] Whether it's hurt or frustration or anger or something else, I don't want to cause you to be upset in any way. I know that I've done something, even if I'm wrong about what I've caused you to feel, because you're acting very differently towards me than you were before — and it is only me, or else you're hiding being upset with everyone else very well.

It matters because—

[He hates this question, actually? The more she makes him look at it, the more it pisses him off. Again, he just doesn't let himself think before he speaks.]

You matter. You matter to me, whether you want to or not, and the only kind of person who doesn't care whether they upset people they care about is the kind of person I know you wouldn't put up with even for an instant. I feel horrible. I feel like I've done something to make all of this even more difficult for you, and that's the last thing I want to do. It's not right.

I don't understand why you think it wouldn't matter to me. I don't understand that at all.

[That — well. Hurts, as it happens. So.]