[He slumps down a little ways away from Martin on the sofa, staring down at his hands.]

She just wanted to have lunch together. Chat. Be... normal. I promised her a pizza. We started eating, talking in the break room. It was supposed to be-to be nice.

[And then he'd ruined it. Jon bends over, elbows on his knees as he hangs his head.]

But it can't be normal. It can't be nice. That's not- [It's not for something like him.] I asked her a question... and I didn't stop her when she answered. Just-just sat there and drank it in like she was a fucking smoothie.