Basically, I'm waiting to hear from you. People have a HELL of a lot of explaining to do.

The kind of explaining that involves groveling, tears, and lots of sacrifices including self-deprivation, fasting, and gourmet chocolate.

I've already been in the hospital once in the past week; I'd hate to have to send you there, it isn't really pleasant, and I'd feel obligated to visit you after decking you.

I'm too nice.