Aileen deflated once again, slipping her arm from his grip to return to dressing herself. He really was miserable at giving comfort, wasn't he.

"Yes. Just lies." She shouldn't have come here last night. All that came of it was an awful, twisting feeling in her chest. Madness, he called it. But it was over now, and the 'sane' Roland was back. The real Roland. Who tried, in his own sorry, broken way, but in the end only made it worse. Aileen hid her face, dangling her feet over the edge of the bed. If he were any other man, it would have been easy.

Perhaps this was so difficult because he met this like he met everything else. Dry logic and no emotion. He spoke the truth, but the truth hurt. Especially after pretending for a night.