Hey, hey, no, it's cool. If you don't want to go, that's- that's fine. No skin off my nose.

[He sniffs.]

Besides, uh, I'd hate to feel bad about your sorry ass being dead. [He laughs, and it sounds a bit forced, but whatever he is trying to move on from things here.] I have better things to do than worry, you know? Like... get a burger. Tacos. Something.