I know, I know. I'm glad he's not scared of me. I don't know what I'd do if he was.

But he's still... [He absently waves the half-an-eclair in front of him, trying to figure out how to even describe it. "He's really really extra sad" doesn't exactly cut it. And that network conversation had been private.]

You'll see tomorrow, probably, or whenever you see him. I just never knew how bad it got, afterwards.

[Seeing the long term fallout for himself, on someone he cares about? It's really hitting. He takes another bite, and then snorts and mutters under his breath, taking some refuge from the uncertainty of Feelings Talk in dark sarcasm.]

Know for sure why Al went and tackled me on the beach, now.