I forgot to mention I'm psychic. Your favorite color is blue and you always hated the smell of lemons.

[ He glances into the hole as the device she'd been holding clangs into it. ]

Did you need that back?

[ He hesitates, because it feels corny and oddly vulnerable to say it, but he's still raw from another loss, and he regrets the things he couldn't say. ]

And you're welcome. Truly, any time.