[ He casts her an unimpressed look as she snatches the plate, as she offers something that's probably supposed to be some kinda reassurance. ]

Doesn't matter if you were hurt or not. I still shouldn't have yelled at you like it was your fault. So I'm apologizing. 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do.

[ His second grade education was good for something apparently. And the finality of his tone seems to say, So deal with it.

The threat, at least feels like more steady ground, and he offers a halfhearted snort in response. ]

You're not gonna tell me to stay away?