[Jeff isn't afraid of anger. He used to be, maybe, when he was small, when his parents communicated mostly in raised voices and slammed doors, but he's not anymore. He reckons anger is just fear with a different hat most of the time, anyway.

Today the anger helps. A little, at least - David wouldn't be angry about him leaving if he wanted him gone, and so he doesn't push the issue. Just settles back in his seat, one hand up, palm out apologetically.]

Alright, no, yeah.

[There's an implicit apology there when Jeff tries to meet his eyes.]

Just got worried I was - overstepping. I didn't think I'd actually be able to find you. Glad I did, just-

[A breath.]

I didn't prepare. It's been a long time.