Cassidy almost falls for the temptation of going on the defensive again the moment Diego points blame, close to quickly denying fault over the whole ordeal because it's so much easier to contest than it is to accept accountability for any actions. He almost defends himself, but he doesn't.

Instead he nods, slow and yielding, gaze lowering like a child being berated. There's too many people in his lifetime that have killed themselves with drugs and stupid fucking acts while high. Too many that he's constantly encouraged because it's more fun to get high with company than alone.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm selfish arsehole. I-if you came here to beat the shite outta me or kill me or whatever, I don't blame yeh, mate. Like honestly I'm fine with that, do what yeh need to do. Although... if it's murder you're after, gonna have to wait 'til sunrise for that one, so maybe just. Get creative 'til then, eh?" He lifts his chin and scrunches his eyes closed like he's waiting to be hit again.