He shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe? For the record, I didn't mean for the fucking wall to fall on me. Everyone seems to think I should have known the damn wall was going to collapse. There was a climber-- My knee was still sore from the incident on the way to Liberty Island, so I knew that I wouldn't really have been able to chase after it. So what? Some people say climbers can't travel along the ground that quickly, but those bitches are fast and shifty. So I grabbed it by the back of it's pants, and pulled it down off the wall to shoot it, before it got away. The next thing I know, I'm being crushed by a fucking wall. I didn't know it was going to fall. And now the entire group that went on the Botanical Gardens trip thinks I'm an idiot, they aren't talking to me, or they basically broke up with me. Because I'm a magnet for accidents and injuries." He paused, thinking a moment, and then added, "and they don't want to lose me? Or see me get hurt? So the next best option is to stop talking to me and break up with me."
He shrugged, reaching up to rub at his scruffy jaw; He'd shaved the beard, yeah. But there was still scruff, "Fine. I'll tell you."