I... am sorry, I don't know why I said it like that. I don't believe you would intentionally do something of the sort at all.

[He stops as well, frowning at the ground. Thoughts all tangled up, Jeremiah wonders if maybe he's, in fact, had enough to drink. Or is it his guilt slipping out? He made enough eye contact without watching everyone to have his suspicions, but god, he doesn't want to talk about any others right now.]

But I fear that my reaction was revealing of something.