Wait. Nuh uh. Nope! Stopping apologies right there.
I flipped out too. I know now it was more like you were sitting at the wheel with someone else backseat driving you like a puppeteer with crazy strings all over...ok, stopping again. There's like ten million analogies that'd fit into that three-ring circus of unfun, but what I'm really trying to say is I get the gist of it now.
You couldn't say no, and someone else wanted them gone. That's not on you. It's on some other bastard I'd like to hunt down and give them a free facial reconstruction with my fist.
Space is probably good, sure! Let's do that. I'm not gonna go gunning for you, Barnes. We're all in a dumb ass situation and what the hell I'm mouth vomiting again.
Son of a bitch. I really do that for real, don't I?