Sure? Doesn't... look that great.

[Didn't look bad either really, but guilt still had settled in. He frowned, sighed, and looked off again, mumbling his words so they were hard to understand]

Didn't mean'ta hit you... well, so hard at least. I mean I suppose I'm, y'know... sorry. or something. [He frowned more, rubbing at his face now, not looking at the boy. Yep. Looked at him and felt guilty. Damn it Trauma]