....Angel, come on. We used to talk all the time. We're closer than anybody. Hell, if you know how to talk to literally anybody, it's me!

[And back to this.]

[He'd really thought they'd made progress. He really did. He makes some effort to muffle his groan, but he doesn't do that good a job.]

Look, I get it. You blame me. I promise ya, you've made it clear. Message received. I'm not gonna argue with you anymore. It's not like it's gonna get us anywhere, and I really don't like this whole being pissed at each other thing. You...you take after me more than I thought, sweetheart. And one of the things you got from your good old dad was apparently being stubborn as hell.

But I'm trying. I don't think it's too much to ask you to meet me in the middle here.