When she fell down he didn't know what to do, from this he didn't know if he'd done the right thing or not. Damn it felt even worse watching her hair do that though. He turned to face the wall and banged his head against it, not feeling pain, but it helped a bit. "Don't tell me I just fucked up", he said after banging his head again. He hit his head harder every knock until a crack started to form on the wall. "Every. Goddamn. Time.", he said, each word coming after another smack to the wall.<br/><br/>Eventually he replaced his head with his fist, "I don't think...", he said as he punched the wall. "And I fuck something up...", another punch. "And I lose everything...", this time his fist broke through the wall, coming out the other side. He put three more holes in the wall before falling onto his knees, putting another hole in before his arms dropped.<br/><br/>He let out a deep growl before slamming his head against the wall again and watching as a big chunk of it fell down. After he felt like he got all of it out he grabbed something out of a pocket in hidden inside his pants. It was a cigar that he kept for special occasions, it was big and would most likely give a human lung cancer if they got through half of it. He lit it up and took a long puff, taking a quarter of it in one puff. He let out the long smoke cloud, letting it hover around his face.<br/><br/>"Reminds me of home", he said taking a smaller huff from it. "If it makes you feel any better you won't be blamed for this, no one knows where the snake came from", he said shrugging. "Worst case scenario I get blamed for making the doctors amputate his dick", he said almost amused at the thought but his face not showing any sign. "Usually after something like this the girl hates me for a couple hundred years and then shows up trying to stab something through me. So, should I expect that?", he asked letting out a deep, smoke filled sigh, as if expecting the worst all ready.