[ Scooping a handful of water up and over her hair to start rinsing out the shampoo, he makes a quiet sound of disagreement. ]

I was the one that asked. If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have.

[ A pause, because he realizes that applies to more than just now. His lips quirk slightly, but its more melancholy than a true smile. Easier to hide when he’s still working behind her. ]

Both times. It wasn’t the answer I was hoping for, but I wasn’t surprised by it either. Saying what you want - or don’t want - isn’t selfish of you, Hilda.