"Because I've never seen you angry. Not really. And I don't think it's good for you to bottle it all up. I think you should be able to -- to feel whatever you like. I think you tamp yourself down because you worry about being too much."

He's seen how Alfred stands sometimes, shoulders hunched. Or how he takes a tiny corner of the sofa for himself. Seeing how he'll start to say something and then pull back, reign himself in. Try to take up as little space as possible.

"I'm giving you permission to be too much. Get mad, if you want." And with that, he picks up the seam ripper and bends it in half. Just to see how Alfred will react.