[She leans against him, infinitely grateful.]

S'good of you to say so. I'm not so sure I weren't just lashing out.

[He does have a point: the conversation took the same shape as other ones have, outside the barge where Iris was fighting for better reasons than a sudden impulse. The same shape, but not the same point. She is capable of better control than this. She's exercised it before.]

...next time I'll try and catch meself doing it before it's too late. I am sorry.