He makes a face. He's never gotten an apology before, but this just feels like self-flagellation. Or maybe he just doesn't have a taste for any kind of apology anymore.

"Are you kidding? You're furious. It's just amazingly not directed at me." For once. He shrugs shoulders and tucks his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Don't know what you're so guilty for. It's not like you could have stopped anything that happened."