He looked at him for a long moment, then sighed and rested a hand atop his, leaning closer to him at the same time.

"...Y'know.. I still feel bad about the blizzard. Uncle Scrooge talked to me a bit about that, and he said I couldn't have known that that big a storm would've shown up. But we were still walking in territory we shouldn't have been in conditions like that even before the blizzard showed up. I got in over my head again, and I almost dragged you down with me."

Closing his eyes, he nuzzled up under Wembley's chin. "Some good came of it..." A fleeting smile, and it was gone. "...but I still messed up. Even now I keep thinking of myself first, like the drinking incident, and I should- I do -know better. I'm sorry."