[There's first a sense of relief that she does answer, because at least he doesn't have to worry about what she's doing, but the greeting is less than friendly. Not unexpected, yet it still sparks another surge of anger--or defensiveness, really, although it feels like anger--which he has to try to control when he responds.

He's only partially successful.]

I-I want you to calm the fuck down for like, t-two seconds and talk to me, okay? A-And by talk I mean actually like, listen, a-and try to actually... I-I don't even know, just...

[This is so pointless. He doesn't even know what he's trying to say, which has the added benefit of causing him to trip over his words and just make it more obvious he doesn't know what he's talking about. He knows what he wants to say, but he doesn't think Nick would respond to it well and so it wouldn't be useful here.

He's just going to end up making this worse.]