His head dropped against the back of the chair. He felt...stupid. Really stupid. Because Adam was right, of course, he could have done all of those things if he didn't always want to believe that he was capable of more than he actually was.
He turned his head at last, watching Adam clean up and wishing he could apparate out of the room. "You're right," he said. He felt resigned, but endlessly relieved that Adam hadn't, whatever, thrown a fit or something. "But I promised you I'd tag along, stupidly not considering the fact that there might be blood involved, and I thought maybe, you know, I could stick it out and not have to say anything..."