[he looks horrified? absolutely fucking horrified at everything that's just come out of cassandra's mouth. he shakes his head, holding his hand up.]

No-- no, you haven't. I'm sorry-- I... I don't know why I... [he groans and rubs his face.] Neither of us are really made for this fucking hell show, are we?

[he sighs.]

God, at least this one won't be my fault.