( he shifts before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, squeezing his palms together for a moment before he forces himself to relax. if this is going to be a whole talk where kaiser tries to tell him in some weird polite way that he should fuck off and never try that again, it's gonna be some kinda awkward, but he'll live. )

I might have just imagined things. ( there. look, he's admitting he's at fault here. can they please just let this go? ) I get it. I shouldn't have done that. ( didn't he already apologize? like what the hell does this guy want? he gets it. OMG. he fucking gets it. there's a reason why he never gets any valentine's day chocolates. not once. NOT FUCKING ONCE. guys like him don't get any play off the field. ha ha ha. )

If you wanna insult me or make fun of me, just get it over with.