"I had t'blow the dust off meself. Too long in one spot 'n I start turnin' into a potato, growing roots and all that." He was keeping his tone light. They weren't going to be talking of anything that had happened between them, nope. What more could be said? He'd lost control and would've potentially killed someone he cared very much about. Fortunately, it hadn't happened. To talk about it would only be running around in circles.

"I'm okay right now. Don't worry, I can handle things for a few hours." Beyond that would be pushing it.