He seemed a little irritated, sighing and rolling on his back. "I don't want you to be sorry about something that isn't your problem."
His brow furrowed as he looked up at the ceiling. "You don't understand," he said after a moment. "And I can't explain it well. Can we just drop it?"
His jaw was clenched and he didn't look at her, keeping his eyes on the ceiling. "It's fine. Let's just stop talking about it."
She was silent for a few minutes before turning over to look up at him with puppy eyes. "Are you mad at me?"