Biting his lip hard, Sean doesn't answer until he's sitting back down again, anything to feel a little bit more secure, not quite so off-kilter. She has to know he didn't mean it, that he was just hurt and insulted and hungover and ranting, but then again... even if he's in a better position these days to understand why she did what she did, he certainly hadn't felt very loved at the time. Maybe he did mean it. Who can say? It doesn't matter now either way, not when he knows better.

"No, o' course nae," he says with a shake of his head, his gaze not leaving the floor. "There are other ways, though, I really thought that..." He trails off with a noise of disgust right before his voice has the chance to break, leaning over to rest his head on the table, not finishing the thought.