[His fingers curl under the palm of his hand. Something feels so terribly wrong about this. He isn't sure in what way; all he knows is that his discomfort is building up so harshly that he almost wants to spring to his feet and run away.]

Well, what am I supposed to--

[No. Wrong angle. Backtrack.]

It's... It's not even that bad. Maybe I'm just tired, these things happen when you're tired.