[He shakes his head, and stares down at the floor as though maybe a cue card will pop up with something safe and reassuring to say.

Naturally, no such thing happens.]

Better that than breaking your hand on the walls or poking yourself full of holes, that's for sure.

[And he takes a deep breath, and then looks back up.]

I'm sorry. I... I guess I'm more of a kid than I'd like to admit. Maybe most of us are. It's like we all want someone else to be "the adult", and it keeps falling on you, and that's not fair to dump on one person.

[Just maybe he's making some pretty significant leaps in logic as to why Shoe Murderation happened, but he's trying....]