[ He looked pensive for about the millionth time today, finally leaning forward on the couch to fuss with some of the mess he’d made before Abbacchio had shown up. Ears flattened against his head as he shook it just a little, not really sure what to say to that. ]

Mmmm, yeah, you’re probably right. I guess I’m still just a little...

[ There was a very non-committal shrug on his end. ]

...what’s me, what’s the moon, something like that.