I don't think anyone could have anticipated him breaking and entering. I suppose he might be able to not arrest himself if he felt your life was in danger. [He scoffs lightly into his coffee, gaze distant and not on her.]

He wanted me to call you later, to let you know he was all right. Well. His version of 'all right'. It was a little worse than initially suspected, but you know how he is. Bounces back.

I decided that if you wanted to know, you'd be in touch. Perhaps that was rash of me. [And a little petty. And plenty passive aggressive. It's not really an apology on his end, though.

He shuffles aside, opens the door wider.] Would you like some coffee?