For a moment it feels as though his heart has skipped a beat, and it takes him a moment to figure out whether that was in a literal or a figurative sense. It's the latter, but that doens't help much.

I don't trust you. She might as well have said it as directly as that, as that's what he hears.

He drops his hand from her cheek, feeling cold all over.

"Fine," he says softly, almost in a whisper, "Fine." He wants to say something, but he can't think of anything at the moment; his brain has gone blank.

Instead, he takes a couple steps backwards before turning and walking dazedly down the hall to his room.