[ Rembrandt's having such a good time and Erik is not. He pushes his hands through his hair again, since this seems to be the only way he can show his anxiety. ]

From here? Honestly, I've got no clue where you're planning to take this. The only thing I know now is whatever it is, it's bad for me and everybody else here. [ Hence, feeling lousy. He turned his one friend here into an enemy. Feels bad, bro. ]