He's trying not to be upset before this even begins, but his emotions seem jumbled up already, and it's not even mostly York's fault. Maybe this is a bad time to do this? He fills the kettle and puts it on, rummaging about for which tea he feels like will be best at soothing and not for throwing across the room. When he's finally set that up, he turns to York, trying to keep a neutral face.

"Speak."