[Armand saw that reluctance and tried to guess why...] If you want to do something else, say so. We're not leaving this moment, but-- I thought you were the one who was good at saying what you wanted.

[He pulled out a handkerchief to try to dry the last of his own tears, and knowing the gesture was a little silly, he first tried to dry Jack's shirt front.] I hope I didn't ruin your shirt.