“I don't understand his music,” Wolfgang complains. “It's all just screaming about death and betrayal. The guitars sound like someone using a jackhammer. Is that what they're listening to now?” They pause. “Oh, God, am I old?”
They're not quite avoiding bringing up the real issue, they're just not sure if they should, or what they would even say; they're not sure what the problem is. No one cares about your relationship issues anyway, and it's none of anyone's business really.