Oikawa cries mostly. Angry tears at first, with a stiff upper lip. "A volleyball match is nothing compared to this!" He spins and points a finger in Squalo's direction. "This was a matter of life and death. I made a promise to him!"

He takes a breath. Counts to ten and then burries his face in his hands. "I'm not angry after loosing a match. Not this angry anyways."

He slumps against the wall of the van, pulls out the blunt he got from Artolo and lit up.