Kimblee doesn't say anything through all of that; though she's still got her back to him, it's incredibly obvious that she's going to cry. And then she...

...oh. Oh, goodness, why.

For a good awkward moment, he isn't entirely sure what to do - then his grip tightens incredibly abruptly against her shoulder, and he forces her around to face him. He doesn't try to make her look at him; that isn't what he's trying to do. He simply pulls her close once he's gotten her turned around, one hand against her back and the other shifting upwards to stroke her hair gently.

"I understand."

All traces of anger are gone from his tone; it's weirdly blank now, though that's...better than rage, at least.

"I should have explained my reasons for not wanting to go through you. It isn't that I doubt you or don't find you reliable; I came to you first, remember. However, continuing to use you as some sort of go-between is putting you in far more danger than I'm comfortable with. You've already been noted as a threat to Team Rocket; if the organization finds out that I'm using you as a contact..."

His voice remains even, a calming edge seeping into it as he speaks to her; he continues playing with her hair. "Again, I'm sorry, Miss Altava. Relax. Please."