It was a month ago and I still haven't explained it?

[He shakes his head, laughing at himself lightly. He'll just crash on the nearest seat.]

Long story short, I was on a crew of the last survivors from a string of destroyed worlds. We were meant to be protected cargo, but the original crew's slaughter meant we had to fight. You were there, briefly.

[He look up again, awkward.]

There was a corruptive influnce I failed to protect myself against, even with forewarning. It used my insecurity against me and I hit you. Hard.

[He rubs at his own neck.]