No- you don't- I'm- [With a sharp inhale, he holds his breath for a solid few seconds, and exhales a lengthy, strained sigh.] ...hey, I'm the one who said I'd help you- okay. You've done enough. I'm returning the favor, and that's that-

[He turns around and starts wordlessly rifling through his gi for his room keys. Fitting the key in the lock, he stares down the stray stragglers of broken bolts barely clinging to the door. All that really got away from him, huh? Christ. He feels guilt burning at the back of his neck- frantically scratching at it trying to make it leave his system, he attempts to stumble out some kind of apology.]

...th-that was- I'm... I should've- it wasn't-

[Before he can commit to saying anything, he cuts himself off and opens the door.]

...c-come on. Come in.

[Is all he says right before disappearing into the room.]