I'm sorry. I am, I'm sorry to both of you if this has caused confusion, or pain, or for either of you to feel unsettled and unhappy. Or like I was being cavalier with your feelings, because that was never my intention, either. I don't have an actual defense outside of poor impulse control, a lot of years spent alone, and feelings than ran a little too far back for me to be able to get on top of those other two things, the way I normally would have. I'm sorry that you felt like you had to discuss it yourselves, or if it's made things harder in your friendship. I mean - Clint has a picture of you as a horse hanging up in his shop, James, you clearly matter to him even if he'll pretend it's just there for the kitsch factor.
I'm also probably not as sorry as I should be about all of it. Most of it, though, I am. Anyway. That's about all the perspective I had to offer.