"That… that doesn’t sounds good enough" He says. That’s all he says.
Sometimes Waylon does feels an itch in head and all his body. He is feeling that itch in his leg in this right moment, and when he tried to scratch it, he touched the metal that reminded him that is now a fake one. He closes his eyes with a heavy breath… all psychological. It was just anxiety. ‘Calm down’ thought for himself, but having that guy in front of him was making him so nervous. “I have to go, this… this was a big mistake” He stood up, and noticed he was going to have a panic attack and couldn’t stop it.
"Wait… What do you mean it doesn’t sound good enough?"
He was pretty confused with the man’s reply. He felt like there was a similarity between them somehow. He remembers a something. The memory is vague, but he can interpret some of it. Someone running towards his jeep, and trying to drive away. Was it him?
He sees the man stand up, and before he even takes a step, he says,
"Don’t go. Not yet. I still have some questions."