She might not say the word, but he still hears it clearly in what she does say. Immediately his smile dims somewhat, his expression slightly more concerned, but he goes along as she guides them to the couch, taking a seat next to her, turned so they're more or less facing each other.

He's curious now, but at the same time, worried. Part of him wants to know what she's thinking, what she wants to talk about, while the other part of him just wants to get up and walk away. Go back to the office. Or hit up a bar. Anywhere where a serious conversation wouldn't be happening. Avoidance is kind of his thing anyway.

But-- no, he's not going to leave. At least not just yet.

"Alright, so... what are we talking about, then?"