"Someone's tired of you not talking." And Silva not talking. Every bare attempt at talking has ended mostly with hanging up on each other.

He could say to piss off and make his own breakfast. Or make a show of ordering in. But with a little face made, considering the demand, he shrugs and steps to the kitchen, shedding his jacket and rolling up sleeves. Breakfast it is, and he'll make a damn good one.

Silva will also be the bigger man and start. "It was much more difficult than it had any reason to be, what you asked me to do. I found some of your highlighted passages to be very telling. Resurrection, rebirth."