[Sycamore similarly falls silent once Lysandre has finished speaking, content to focus his gaze on their hands as he processes what he's been told. It's...gentler, compared to the first time his friend delivered it, but the message is still loud and clear. It makes him gently remove his hold on his hands, so he can lean back in his chair and cross his arms.]

I understand.

[And for what feels like the first time in this entire conversation, Sycamore will actually attempt eye contact.]

You've made it clear that I owe you no apologies, so I'll take that to heart. I don't...want you to think that interacting with me has to come with a performance. I'm aware that I'm probably communicating that very badly - unsurprising, really - but I do think we agree. We're just...expressing it differently.

So I'll let you be how you choose.

[...]

...is that...what you want?

[...again, communicating in this manner is...not really his strength....but at least that tremor seems to have disappeared from his voice.]