[He doesn't waste time. He pulls out his lighter and lights up both without another word. It's honestly not the tensest or most awkward situation he's been in. It's not even the worst apology, after all is said and done.]

... It's alright. I got mad too. You did the better thing.

[By leaving, that is. Dodger would have stayed, blown up, and ruined something like he always does. Squalo would've sneered and snarked until one of them just shut down.]

You're... her friend. You're looking out for her. In your way.

[He pauses, using the cigarette to give him time to think.]

... I didn't expect to... deal with all this again. Or at all, really. Didn't talk about much in Hell. Even Nekane... I ended up taking care of them, for a while. There just wasn't ever the time and I didn't plan to make any. Maybe if I had, I could've handled that better.