[He glances at Quill, guilt in his weary eyes before he looks at his shuffling feet.]

... Yeah. I, um... I pinky promised I'd look at the clock more.

[He chuckles weakly, not looking up.]

But you know me. My promises are shit. And working is... easier thank thinking about anything else. Which I guess is what you were doing outside the wall, s-so. You probably get that part.