He kept frowning, but didn't argue. Couldn't argue, either way. Because he didn't worry about himself. Not really.

So he found some other part of the room to stare at.

"I think I saw someone in a towel." That was what eventually chose, of all things. "I think I will go get one." And that bit, practically muttered. Because all he could think of giving was a sorry. Somehow he knew that wasn't enough, though.