"Oh, my sincerest fucking apologies for standing up wrong, how thoughtless can I be?" He got to his feet to go wash up, like Doc requested. You know, he felt kinda like a jackass, but now? He's just irritated.

"You're the one who brought it up... You could've said apology fucking accepted and dropped it there. Or you could have told me a big old fuck you, and it still would have been over with!" He shouldn't follow. He should let him go and go fuck off somewhere else until he cools down, but his feet are carrying him before he thinks the better of it.

"You don't get to tell me I'm the asshole and then act like one yourself... I mean, Jesus fucking Christ, man. I'm not even trying to fight with you!"

... Except where he totally is, but before, he hadn't been.