Elliot wants to nod, but Tyrells stillness, the hand still light on his jaw, makes him hesitant to do so. As if the moment has been set in glass and too much movement will break it. Instead, he exhales, relaxing ever so slightly, and his gaze flicks down for a moment.

"Yeah, that's how it was." He remembers that. Vividly. The men in black suits crossing from paranoid fantasy into reality. He almost nods, stops himself, then lets his gaze flick back up to Tyrell, "I'm not... not telling you no now though. Just-- Uh, had to think about it."

Just like he'd needed to think about it at ECorp. He gives thorough consideration to all your suggestions, good Sir.