[He isn't sure what he'd been expecting - too deep in the gin to be capable of that depth of thought right now - but it isn't quite this. He looks softly startled when the other man props himself up on the bed, reached to grip his arm. And it takes him a moment in the wake of that, to try to regain his momentum. Doesn't, exactly, make it.]

I'm um...ah, well. I make bad decisions and people end up getting hurt. That's what I do, I...

[He looks up at Geralt through his one blurry eye, brows furrowed.]

You don't have to be so nice to me, you know.

[That's it. That's the best he's got.]