[Panic. And then relief. And then the ghost of panic. He's... not sure what Jolyne means. He's not sure what she feels. Again and again, his eyes dart towards the upper floor window.

He is also not sure, he abruptly realises, if time is passing like it should, because this moment seems to be stretching on for far too long.]

F... Friend's fine. I mean... Friends are great! Uh, who doesn't want friends, r-right? Uh... Sorry about your break up?