[Make it three times. Tim's mouth settles into a tight line of exasperation, and he sighs loudly, raking his fingers through his hair.]

Honestly, Jason, what do I have to do to convince you that I don't want to fight with you? I mean ... [He gestures at the table. He invited Jason over, offered to try to patch up his phone, bought him dinner. He's asking about what Jason likes with the intention of next time.] There has to be something that will get you to relax. Can you give me even just a tiny hint here?