"I -- yeah, I'm, uh. I'm getting that. And it's . . . not helping. Sorry," he said again.

But Stark being so calm about this was only making Travis more riled up.

"I'll -- call you. Or come by. Later."

He picked up his pants and started trying to drag them on while simultaneously heading for the door. It was going to be a miracle if he didn't trip over something and smack his head against the wall.