"It isn't--" he stops himself from explaining that horrible on it's own isn't what he does. He doesn't need to do that. He just. Needs to get his head in order. He'd planned on having the next few hours to himself, to sit and think about what to do and now--

"I don't believe we really get a say in the matter. And if we're going to talk about who threw the alcohol, I do believe that was you."

That's not entirely an assent. But it isn't a refusal either.