She told me herself. And you know, she’s never struck me as the indecisive type.

Yet here we are: her confessing to me a desire to see you— and you left completely in the dark. No doubt because she’s fallen prey to all those restless worries.

It’s a bit tragic, if you ask me. Wanting something, and yet...

[He scoffs quietly, clicking his tongue as though scolding himself.]

Well.

That’s not exactly my business, I suppose.