[Héctor's silent plea is met with judgment, irritation, weariness, and a whole lot of extra judgment sprinkled on top so you would never forget the flavor that started it all. He's correct about something: it feels very stupid. He could just go right ahead and say that, but Héctor was covering it pretty thoroughly with that face of his... And there's something else, too.]

It's fine. I mean...I trust you, so it doesn't...bother me as much. It's not a big deal.

[And since Cliff is leading, he isn't having that feeling of someone pushing him or yanking him where they want him to go without a care for him. Héctor wasn't like that, he wasn't acting like that at all, and he already knew what Cliff was. So it's...fine. It should be fine.

...It's as good as it's going to get, maybe is more accurate to how he feels.]

I can handle it. Just... I'm screwing up and getting mad about it, which makes me screw up more! I know I can do it. That's all.

[It's definitely fine, if he can just shut up and push through.]