Yeah, I didn’t need your help.
No, it looked like you did. You’re upset that I actually did help. You’re afraid that if I keep on showing up and actually helping, then you’ll like it. And liking it will lead to relying on it. And by relying on it you’ll be less of the you you’ve made yourself into a kick-ass you that you like and I like, too. But you’re afraid that if you learn to rely on me, then one day, when you really need me to show up, I won’t. And then you’ll be angry at yourself for believing in something you’ve only seen in the movies.