"Yeah, I play for Muse." He rolled his eyes. People probably could not understand why he was so hung up on what had happened, but he didn't care. It wasn't bad enough that he'd broken bones for the first time in his life while working, his adored drumset had to be trashed as well.
He noticed Sydney's confusion and thought maybe she was wondering why he couldn't play. "The drums broke my ribs. And, apparently, they got trashed." Crying would just be silly, but there was a lot of sadness all over his voice.