[Another unexpected outburst that leaves him silent as he watches his boss' retreating back. He's still holding the two plates up as he keeps his eyes on him, the shock on his face quickly turning to confusion and then finally to worry. Maybe this was putting more of a strain on his than it was taking off after all.]
...Sorry about that. [He steps aside to put the plates down finally, stretching his arms out and rolling his shoulders back.]
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...Sorry about that. [He steps aside to put the plates down finally, stretching his arms out and rolling his shoulders back.]
We're just having a...disagreement.