Caleb smiles again, but he shrugs. "Hey, um, I'm sorry for... how I came at you. I could've done that better, probably." He reaches up to rub the back of his neck. "I'm not always great with, like... controlling my anger?" He shrugs again. "Guess it's kinda obvious."

He sits on the bench, adjusting his laces for no reason other than to give his hands something to do.