*gets to his feet and fetches his jacket from the back of a chair, pulling it on*
*sees your confused expression and does not know how to tell you that what he meant was that he knows you will tell Glorfindel if you are concerned about him (and Glorfindel doesn't want him around, and how can he say that aloud?)*
*runs a hand through his hair and sighs, a purely dismal sound (his heart is broken and it's not something you discuss over coffee if you're Ecthelion)* What do you want me to say, Erestor? You said I shouldn't be worried about what Glorfindel will think. I'm agreeing with you.