[A spike of anger rises through him. Can't people just fucking leave him alone? He knows he fucked up, he doesn't need every single motherfucker in this place to come remind him personally.

God. Isn't it enough that he has to apologize to Crow? That's going to suck and he's not looking forward to it.

He doesn't text back, just angrily stares at the two chairs he destroyed. They're slowly pulling themselves back together.]