Hartley read the card quickly and then closed it so he could pack it into his bag, not wanting to risk anyone reading it. However, once everyone had settled in more and nobody - aside from possibly Cisco - was paying any attention, Hartley wrote a message on a piece of paper and passed it to him. Very school style, but whatever.

You don't have to be sorry.

You were drunk.

Besides, everyone likes having an offer to get their dick sucked.