[It's well-aimed, and while Oren doesn't leave him room for a response, his fins still twitch, face falling slightly as his eyes flick off to the side. It takes him a few moments to respond when Oren's finished speaking, and he's still not quite looking at him.]

You could've let me explain.

[Quieter than he means it to be. Ryan huffs out a breath and raises his voice, gesturing in the right direction.]

There. [It seems as if he's done, for a moment, but he abruptly speaks up again.] You were wrong, you know. I didn't mean anything like that. If you hadn't just started accusing me of shit--