[ Breath hitching, he lets his head hang slightly, though he leans a little closer. Somewhere in another part of the house, his dog whimpers a little needily, wanting attention and knowing something is different. ]

I need to call Rick later, t-to take the dog. I got him for Hooded Justice, I don't think I can bear having him around. I'm not going in to work today. [ He buries his free hand in his hair, pulling at it a little helplessly. Softly, he adds: ] I know you didn't like him. You must think I'm crazy, wanting someone like him back.