"Fine." His tone is faux-defensive, because they're both willing to explain things away for as long as it takes for them to get nowhere. Garrot would be more willing to indulge in that if they were snuggled up in the couch, maybe under a comfy blanket, but. They aren't.

"If you don't want me to do it as an apology, it'll be part of my job." Garrot's gaze turns playful again, and he's got this vicious little smirk. "Doctors can get involved in their patients' rehabilitation, and you've been locked up for a long time. Of course you're jumpy!" At least he isn't employing doctor's orders this time. But he does let out a smug little chuckle. "Besides, that's what friends are for!" They were almost literally at each others' throats and nobody died, that means they're friends now.