Some of them can handle it. I got up, put my coat on, did an odd little jig because I couldn't decide if I wanted to leave or what. T was totally calm and kept treating me like I wasn't acting like a total lunatic. He kept scheduling me, kept speaking calmly, asked me questions, and just chilled like he always does. He did look kind of sad when I managed to look him in the eye, but I'm not totally sure if that came from me or him.