"Well you're not going to work, damn what that insufferable prick that thinks to call himself your boss says," he murmurs, but there's no heat in his tone.. It's a statement of fact, and he rests his head on his hand, brows furrowing as he looks over the reaper before him.

"If I broke it, I'll replace it," somehow, he's not entirely sure at all where to start with that, "but more importantly: are you okay? I was-well I was an ass before, I'm sorry."