i don't have a problem . you do , otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation .
a slow and deliberate nod. " mm, right, right. . . " and there's a breath, ted popping a squat against the side of his desk, refusing to take the rise. " look jamie, i wouldn't really call me wanting to talk to you a problem. sometimes two people are gonna butt heads a little bit- " ted holds his hands up, bumping his knuckles together to simulate what he's saying. " -especially a young man with the talent you've got, and a coach tellin' him to do something he doesn't probably really wanna do. but i reckon if we both approach this conversation with some respect for each other, we might just be able to find a middle ground. " his voice remains nothing but kind, but there's a hint of edge, a seriousness that only comes out when he's attempting to prove a point.
