"What else should I have done? Let you pass out in the middle of the hallway?" His answer is evasive at best, but it's still a nicer option than what initially jumped into his head: not everyone's going to treat you the same way you treat them. Unnecessarily harsh, and harrowingly hostile, he knows that.

He sighs quietly, eyes closing as he turns his face away from her for a moment, busying himself with putting his medical tools away. "I know what you think of me, Wanda. It doesn't take being a telepath. But I don't hate you. And I don't think you should be treated as some kind of monster, either."