[ He flinches at the sound and vibration from the fist hitting the wall but doesn't say anything; he just buries his face in his arms and tries to keep his crying quiet, even if it's nothing Marcus hasn't seen plenty of times before.

It starts to subside after a while, though it's still another moment before he feels like he can speak without his voice cracking. ]

...I accused her of killing someone she'd cared about. [ He raises his head just enough that his words aren't too muffled. ] And I could have gotten her killed.

[ Ironically, this was the one time his wishy-washy way of dealing with difficult subjects — by not dealing with them — had actually worked to anyone's benefit. ]

At least most of them knew better than to listen to an idiot like me.