*contemplatively* Mm, have to see if I can remember anything in order, then...
you'll end up in rehab next
*as his thoughts come to a screeching halt, and are thrown all the way back to the overwhelming guilt, muses (in a fleeting and indistinct fashion) that he probably shouldn't try to discuss this with you while he's high? but is going to anyway, apparently, because his mouth is already moving, and the remorse must be painfully, painfully obvious*
*murmurs* But you know, I really am sorry. Really. I didn't mean to (call him instead of you) (try to take what's already yours) (and I was never meant to be your rival). Really.