[He's too raw for the comment about a child - even indirect, completely unrelated and Sheehan couldn't possibly know - not to make him react, just a little. His grip shifts on the glass, white-knuckled, and he forces himself to put it down gently so he doesn't try and shatter it.]

Well. [It's not light, but it's dry, an empty humour he clearly isn't feeling.] I sort of assumed any goodwill I might have had with you got very resoundingly shot down after our last discussion. You keeping your distance didn't exactly prove otherwise.