Raphael didn't glance away or pull back, at least for the moment. Whether that would last was... debatable at best. He gnawed his lip, wishing vaguely for a cigarette, but otherwise expressionless as he listened to Michael rail at him.

It stung. Even though he knew it wasn't-- well, wasn't exactly his fault, that didn't change things as much as he would have wanted.

"I was a different person then, all right? I didn't know any better, I didn't remember. I just wanted..." he trailed, looking down. Wanted to curry favor, to look good. Back when all that had mattered to him. "But I shouldn't have treated you like that."