"I'm not," he says, and despite the words, he says them gently. As if he wishes it didn't have to be that way? But he accepts it. He lets out a breath.

"How about... I give you a little time to cool off. Think things through. Sort through whatever you need to sort through. You can take that machine, like I said: there's actually music on it, which you're welcome to listen to if you want? And we'll go into how you can do that yourself next time: a nice, neutral activity. We'll meet back up when you feel like it. Sound good?"