[As usual, Isaac doesn't realize that Kimblee is forcing his tone into something calmer; as far as he can tell, it's completely natural. He does relax a little, but doesn't unfold his arms or step forward.]

...I guess I'm just a little nervous about why you snapped at me. Are you... are you bothered by... how I am?

[He frowns, trying to come up with some way to better explain it.]

I mean, my... inability to pick up on social cues. I get why you'd get sick of it; believe me, you wouldn't be the first.

[Another pause.]

I don't mean to make you feel bad about it or anything like that! I just want to know if that's what's happening.