Xaljim didn't ask for this? Can't change any of it? Garrot's eyes go wide because he feels bad that the only way he got good info was by pissing off his companion. In fact, what he got is also making him feel bad. Garrot pushes off the wall and closes the distance tentatively reaching an arm up to clasp onto the monkey's shoulder.

"But what do you want?" He's sincere about it, an easy shift after years raising troubled kids. His other arm opens a bit, a half step from offering a hug. "We don't have to fight; you could let me help you."

Garrot wants to trust Xaljim, but they're just... they're arguing too much. It's one hell of a secret for someone who keeps throwing paper balls at him.