[ Nelson sinks a little into his chair, body language much more stiff suddenly. He drinks quickly from his coffee mug, clearing his throat. ]

No, you probably don't. He may be a man of few words, but you'll always know when he's angry. [ He swallows nervously. ] But this isn't-- y-- this isn't about me. I mean him. It's...

[ Exhaling, he looks at Lil again. ]

Look, what am I supposed to say?