[It's the tone of her voice that stops him, however briefly. He has one hand on the door to push it open.]

What do you even want from me? You want me to admit it? Yeah. Sure. Fine. My manager liked kids way too much. It went on for months, my Mom didn't believe me, and one day he--

[he chokes on what he wants to say.]

And I pretty much fucking melted him with electricity. There. Story over. Are we done?

[There is so much hurt and anger in his voice, but it's coldly distant. He might as well be telling a story about someone else.]