He takes a deep breath and then slowly puffs the air out. No. This isn't his fault. There's no reason to feel guilty at all. He didn't created psychos. Not his fault. Nope.

He shrugs, shooving his hands in his jacket's pockets. "I don't know, you could have been involved in drug trafficking or something. I haven't seen you around the last weekend."

"Bing-bing-bing! We've got a winner!" He says as he stabs the air with a finger.