The truth of this conversation is that Garrot expected it to suck, like everything has sucked since the seventh day. But the deeper he digs, the more he regrets it. Not because he doesn't want the information, but because mentally, he is in no shape to be doing all these mental gymnastics. He's traumatized, recovering from drugging himself, and sleep deprived.

And it's about time he realizes that.

"Stop it!" He's pleading as his hands clutch at his head as if he had a headache. Given how angry he keeps getting and how tense he is, it's entirely possible he does have one, and he's repressed the shit out of it.

"Why can't you just-" He stops for a moment, bending over a bit and just flopping onto his butt. "Give me a straight answer?" There's even a little whine as he starts to curl inwards a bit.

"It's like you're trying to torture me." Garrot was trying to be nicer to her, so here's a moment of breaking point vulnerability.