[It's that lack of pushing that allows him to do what he came here to do. Or at least, figure out what that is because right now it could be a lot of things. Apologize. Resign. Either or neither of those things.
He falls silent for a moment, holding a breath in his lungs as he tries to decide. It's pretty obvious that he wanted something and after a few more seconds he settles in on what that something is supposed to be, voice just a touch tense. ]
I have a proposition to make. [And then, softer.] If you're willing to hear me out.