"I did." He withers, guilt cropping up his throat. Fuck, he fucked up so bad. "I know. I know. Do you have to come rub it in?"

Instinctive anger wells up in retaliation to Amada's own- who does this kid think he is? Why the hell does he think he can just talk to Falcon this way? His own eyes narrow, but-

Focus. Focus. He's upset you hurt his friend. He's just a kid, he doesn't know what else to do. Crow told him he'd come, he doesn't know why he's even surprised.

Fucking Crow.

"I don't-" he says, struggling to find the right words. "Of course not. I didn't mean to hurt him, but I still did. Listen- I'm sure you mean well, but he doesn't need you to fight his battles for him, least of all with me."

The silence of his phone has been deafening, to say the least.

"Go home."