"I...I didn't--it was an accident! I was transferring it into the case and it dropped." He proved suddenly agitated, like this was being wrenched out of him...or like he was more guilty than he wanted to admit. "And I saw it, smashed there, diffusing into the air." His hand swiped over the back of his neck and his voice lowered, evened out.
"I panicked. I ran. Even knocked some guy so hard he spilled his coffee on himself." His shoulders slumped and he sighed out a breath before starting to dump the coffee grounds into the maker.
"You won't believe me. That's okay." It was lower still, and almost weary.