[He manages to compose himself, though he still feels stupid, guilty, and miserable.]

Then, thanks for explaining. I'm... sorry, I'm really the one at fault here because I should've given him a chance after seeing the photos. Instead I just took off and— [No, he just met Billy and can't possibly confide in just anyone.] Anyway, I can't promise anything, I can't face him right now, and if he asks anything about this, you've done whatever you could. The rest of this is on me.