Not right now. Before. In the treehouse. I asked you what was wrong, and you shut me down. You talk to me like this is a deal, like we're negotiating business.

[ In Alfie's accent: ] You felt me get upset, but you're not going to do anything about it, okay? End of story, don't ask. I don't want you getting overly concerned about my feelings, despite the fact that we're friends.

[ And then, normal again: ] You don't want me to worry about it, but I already am worried about it, and I'd hoped we could figure it out together instead of you shutting me out. Isn't that what you're always getting on me about?