For one gut-wrenching moment after the door slams shut, Tristran stands stock-still where he is, hands clenched into fists at his sides, face full of anger and hurt and something that is very close to miserable as he stares at the floor.

Everything had gone wrong. Everything. He feels like an idiot. He is an idiot. A moron. Every single bad thing Yvaine has ever said to him -- it's true. He shouldn't have said those things.

He shouldn't have made her cry -- he saw the tears -- and it makes him feel horrible. So much so that it hurts in his chest.