"I wasn't gonna get in trouble." The protest is out of his mouth before he has a chance to stop it, it's almost like an instinct that he can't help. And, clearly, he knows it's bullshit because he wrinkles up his nose only seconds after saying it.

He was absolutely going to get in to trouble. Some real shit would have gone down if he'd actually found witches or the Center- and even though he hadn't run across either one, he still ended up doing bad. Which he also knows (at least to some degree, the details are kind of fuzzy), if the glum look on his face is any clue. "Did I get you?"