[He's expecting to get pinned harder for the details. He's already mentally padded himself for it, trying to go back over it again what exactly he said.]

I said, that I know it's strange, th-the situation, but I feel the same about hi--

[Oh. Tim. Literally didn't ask. Shit. He looks like a deer in headlights for just a brief second before he schools it back, looking just. Aimlessly at the coffee table. Somewhere in his mind's eye, he just envisions that weird table with the patterns... Wondering what happened to it.]

...I don't know. At this point, I'd... Just take Martin speaking to me again.