Raguel blinks, looking startled as though he'd forgotten where he was.

"Sorry," he mutters, but as he still doesn't make any move toward straightening himself up, drying his face, or wiping away the desolate expression, it seems he was just talking about the profanity.

"Yeah, he'll be back, but. I should have. They couldn't. I'd."

There doesn't seem to be any more; he simply stops talking.