[He let out a sigh. It was a theme, people apologising to him. Him apologising. But not this time.]

Maxwell. [Kindly, but firmly.] Of course there's an excuse. We were in a magical house controlled by a psychopath that was giving you fever dreams. If I held anything against you, from that house, I'm pretty sure I would be a massive dick.

[He didn't rub at his neck. Would that image give him nightmares? Sure. But he couldn't blame Maxwell. Couldn't blame any of them.]

So I'm not taking that apology, because you don't owe me one, alright?