Not yet looking up, Chas readjusted his cap just to have something to do while staring at some unbeknownst spot on the blue tile floor. “I’m sorry,” he then managed, barely audible. He didn’t necessarily feel he’d overreacted … but still a long way from a proper reaction, probably.
“…yeah.”
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and nodded, then looked up at John again. “Yeah.” As understandable as John’s overall approach to the whole issue was, repression wasn’t Chas’s way of dealing with things, he’d have to find another way.