"She'll blame herself anyway." The words are sudden and invasive, nearly blurted out were it not for the poise with which he said them. "I know I did. So..." He trails off, having made things incredibly real once again. Oops. How can he fix this?

"So don't die." The words are matter-of-fact, almost an order. "I'll take care of everything else. I mean," he chuckles, clearly a bit of a different intent creeping in. "Scars are a lot sexier than coffins."

The man very obviously has opinions on scars. Is he trying to steer away from depressing stuff by getting lewd again? Maybe.