*manages a faint smile, but again, it slides away as he recalls the long, quiet ride to the hospital (he bit his knuckles and stared out the window and prayed to Eru she wouldn't ask)* Yeah, well. She cut me some slack.
What happened with Glorfindel?
*sips his coffee and swallows around a twist of dull, muddled pain; he's too tired now for real anger* *choosing his words carefully (yes, even now his first instinct is to cover for Glorfindel, and that hurts in its own way)* He tried to help me out with a rough spot... I was an ass, he was an ass. It didn't end well.