"You don't want me either," Heine points out. He focuses on the grain of the wood that makes up the desk, shoulders already slumped, aware of Jade standing behind him and uneasy with it. It doesn't matter if it seems like he's running. He just doesn't believe that this is the best thing for Jade.

(And why 'the best thing for Jade' matters to Heine is another matter altogether.)

"You don't know what you're doing anyway."