[There is a long, long pause here, because holy shit, Sherlock. No one's ever nailed Kunsel quite like that. He is so grateful for text here, because his mouth might have opened and hung there for a moment as surprise wars with knee-jerk indignation and settles on being defensively impressed.]
My conversational skills aren't that bad. You weren't freaking out, you were asking calculated questions. You obviously didn't need reassurance. I responded with what you wanted.
[He responded like a professional to another professional who was managing to keep a cool head.]
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My conversational skills aren't that bad. You weren't freaking out, you were asking calculated questions. You obviously didn't need reassurance. I responded with what you wanted.
[He responded like a professional to another professional who was managing to keep a cool head.]