Look.

[There's something weary in his voice, because no matter what, he's the root cause of all this hurt that's manifested in Zev. And it isn't as though he wants to be, but lying about it wouldn't sit well, either. Soft, but firm, that's how he reasoned this would go best. Not only would this cause Zevran distress, but Jack as well. Being at odds with the both of them... would be...]

I really don't want you to leave. I'm giving this freely, I've missed you-- There's some things that you and I need to discuss, yes, but don't make Jack worry.

[He stopped at the door, looking Zev in the eye if Zev would let him. This wasn't just a rift between himself and Zevran, he'd have to answer to Jack, too. And that was also complicated.]

It's my fault. My mess. Because when people--

[Speaking further would only lead to deeper discussion, and he was trying to avoid it for the moment, so he stopped short and switched gears]

He wouldn't want you gone, and frankly, neither do I. But let's not fight over this now. We'll talk about this later, but I need you here to do that.