If ever she were to voice that anger, she might find that he feels similarly; there's a source for all the guilt suddenly welling in him, and a not insignificant amount of it can be chalked up to that lag.

"I'm glad I did," he says quietly, relaxing again, "...I'm glad you asked me." At the moment, all he wants to do is go smoke himself into a blissful sleep, but there's a long foot journey ahead of them and that's not going to happen anytime soon.
"...it's nice to get out of the Gallows, sometimes."