He nods, kind of shrugs, "I'm fine." No, duh. It had all started with a crash, if he thinks long enough about it. Him and Logan and Ugly John in the blackbird. Jets crashing is probably the metaphor of his life.

"You went for Logan," it's pointed and he has no right saying it that way after all his misdeeds, but he can't help it. On some level he knows she had trusted him to be cool, to look after himself, and she had always done this. But that's not what he wanted from her, as unfair as it was.

"Things got pretty bad after that. Xorn played us all for fools."