[You can, she retorts in her head. But he's not willing to listen to her, and it wouldn't help to tell him when he was struggling with just getting through the moment. So she says nothing in reply for a moment, only softly exhaling through her nose and trying to give him a moment of quiet before she speaks.]

I can't force you to stop, no matter how much I don't like it.

[His fear and anxiety were eating him whole, and he wouldn't let a soul help him with it. She hates this helpless feeling.]

I'm pissed you kept it all a secret, but I can't make you do anythin' if that's what you're really set on.