He knew Fell and Anthony were meant to be together, regardless of who Anthony was, because Anthony had always known him. Or Crowley had. Or whatever. He didn't get the point.

Except he did and the point was pity, which he didn't need. The gentle reassurance that everything would be just fine and they could be happy family again.

"I won't do it. Not again. Not a third time. I'm not some wilting flower needing for the big strong hero to come save me from a life of loneliness. I prefer to be on my own. So just keep out of it. Let it be how it will be. My life isn't your game or your mission."