[The funny thing is that Vincent really had just meant his comment to be about the pool game; it ended in a tie because neither of them actually won. But part of his berating himself is in realizing that of course no one in their positions would take it that way. It's hard not to think of everything weighted that happened after.

So, Irahl's comment makes sense. It makes him sad, but it makes sense. The ice in Vincent's cup rattles a little as he brings the thing up to his forehead, using the base of it as a makeshift icepack.]

If it helps, most pool don't end with the players clobberin' each other...

[He meant that to be a humorous comment as well, but the last of his smile fades as he fails to find it particularly funny himself. He mostly just feels bad for that and what came after (though he's likewise trying not to think about it). He wants to try to explain himself, but he can't think of an explanation that doesn't sound awful in one way or another. After another awkward silence, he tries to at least say something.]

Hey man, I don't really... I dunno how to apologize, but... I think I got kind of out-of-control down there, and m'sorry if it's... If I...

[He kind of trails off there for a long moment, because he's not sure whether to say that he's sorry if he freaked him out, or sorry if he made him uncomfortable, or if he ruined their friendship, because he's mostly sure that at least one of those is true, but he doesn't know which one and he doesn't really want to imply any of them.]