He wants to tell her that 'yeah, she did', instead he sighs and takes a drink.

"I just..." He stops and takes another quick swig and swallows thickly. More to keep his voice from cracking and betraying him than because he's thirsty. "I just wish I knew why."

Not some bullshit excuse either. Because, it's always some excuse or another. He knows he's not a saint, he's an asshole when he gets a hair across his ass, but...

"I'm right here, thinking you're gone and... Why can't I be enough?"