[Of course he'd blame himself for that. Hell, Poland has heard it in his songs for years now, without the need for a single word written or spoken. And it's not as though he could hold something he had so little control over against him, is it? He's at times self-centered and irrational, but that would be just cruel. So he keeps smiling, and clasps Chopin in a brief embrace.]

Whatever, like I'd be mad about that! As if, seriously... You've gotta come home when you can, though, 'kay? After I get my place back, if you're feeling better!

[There's not an "if I get it back." It's always a "when", with Poland.]