Immediately, his brow furrows, and he returns for the umpteenth time, "I've told you to quit calling me that."

He stares for a long moment...

...then finally, clicks his tongue irritably, heading over to the door and coming into the room proper.

Granted, seeing her like this, almost... normal? Is enough to keep him from immediately slamming her with questions and accusations. Enough to have him faltering, long enough to notice the sure signs of crying.

"How..." his own tone takes on a certain awkwardness even as he tries to retain some amount of indifference, "... long have you been sitting there?"

Ugh. What a stupid question. Good job, Boy Savior.