His expression goes flat. Fine. He's fine. And she doesn't need to see otherwise. He keeps prematurely counting people as friends when they're not, and he needs to stop. He needs to stop hoping.

Anders continues working on the burn damage, looking past her silently as he casts. This is what happens when he lets his guard down. Several minutes pass like that before he stops casting, gathers his stuff up wordlessly, and gets up and heads out. He'll stop if she says anything... but he doubts she will. After all, she told him to get the fuck out.