[Alcohol would be a good way to talk about this. Bring some next time. They're running out in his room.

He messed things up didn't he? Like really messed things up. Crap.]

Oh, yeah I meant those too.

[Really man oops.]

Oh come on man. She's crazy about you. No one that's met you would think they'd be better off without knowing you.

[Not that he means himself at all. Yeah they should just move on.]

That mean you're not going to try dragging me out of this room for awhile?

[Finally. He can hide in his room in peace.

It's not a big deal but it's still a deal.]

Of course you can't you're not a Blutbad. You don't know what things mean.