[He leans back, shoulders slouched in defeat. If you were trying to make him look like a sad, homeless dog, you're doing great.] ... Sorry. I know I messed up.

A lot.

[He coughs into his hand. Alright. Might as well say this now.]

I'm, uh... sorry for hitting you. [...] All three times. And for not telling you I was having power problems, or for getting shot with a laser, o-or for—well, everything, really.

[/head hang]