It does no good to dwell. [He looks up sharply, eyes narrowing. There's a faint edge to his voice. Dwelling isn't what he should be doing. It never ends well.]

Anyway, it was a party. I shouldn't have brought it up then. [A wall exists. Between him and the grief he doesn't feel he should be holding onto.]

But...to think such a man could fall like that. It's...sad.