I was going to make us some chai, if everyone would like that.

[Cam slides his chair back, retrieving his napkin from his lap to drape elegantly over his plate. Good manners are always in style.

He watches Jeff for a moment. The man looks stressed. He seems to exist in a state of chill, or Chernobyl.]

Do you need help? Not that I... don't think you can't do it on your own.

[Way to sound patronizing. He almost winces.]

I'm sure you could do anything you put your mind to.

[Winces.]