It was probably a good thing that he couldn't read minds. If he knew what a high pedestal Jane had him on, it probably would have had him even more frustrated. Not at her, but at himself. But again, he was only getting what he had apparently wanted, to be seen as an infallible badass who was superior to everyone. That was clearly not how friendships were supposed to work, as evidenced by how it was just helping this train wreck to be even worse than what it already was.

So yeah. It was a good thing, because he didn't need anymore reason to be frustrated. Especially when the fact that he was so far behind in the timeline was once again becoming that much more apparent when Jane spoke. But he drew in a breath and tried not to let it get to him too much. That would not be conducive to actually discussing this and trying to figure something out. It was clearly going to be hard to figure out something though, because if Jane didn't know what to do, then they were screwed. Or at least that's how it felt.

He took a few steps forward until he was a little less than a foot from Jane, and then sat down in front of her. If they were going to talk, then... Well, it would be a good idea if they were closer. It would help keep things civil- or at least he hoped it would. It was easier to keep calm when he was closer to her, anyway. Because seeing her more closely, how upset she looked, it helped put things into perspective. She was his friend, and he cared about her a whole lot. They had to get through this. He couldn't lose her.

"I need you to tell me more," he said. "What all he's done to upset you. What he's done that's so bad. Apart from talking to you about..." He didn't want to say 'us', because from his point of view, there wasn't a them. They were nothing but friends, and it was painful to think about the fact he hadn't had the opportunity to have that. "Things. I need to know more."