[He just looks down at Prada, focusing on the dog's coat as he runs his hand over it, habit making him check her over. Ribs, coat, fat, she's perfect and he can feel it just as well as he can smell it.]
No. I don't think so. But I can't just--
[He stops, trying to pick his words carefully. He knows she didn't just stop caring about Jackson when he went to London, but they will always have different ways of dealing with relationship pain. He doesn't want to accidentally insult her now.]
I still care about her. And she was glad to see me, too.
[Post-Marathon Spam]
No. I don't think so. But I can't just--
[He stops, trying to pick his words carefully. He knows she didn't just stop caring about Jackson when he went to London, but they will always have different ways of dealing with relationship pain. He doesn't want to accidentally insult her now.]
I still care about her. And she was glad to see me, too.