"There was a fight at Max Rager?" He was definitely from a few steps in the past and, while he was curious about details, he was scared to ask for them.
Then there was that question. That was a question he expected, and he there was an answer he intended to give. However, he let silence fill the awkward space between them as he sipped his coffee. He thought on how to word it without it sounding awful, and he had to hold back the sour tone as he said it. He tried to make it sound as gentle as possible. "You, um, scratched me."