Mm. I suppose you speak from experience.

[He mutters - and yes, the irony of it all somehow touches him sincerely all the same. It sends a little butterfly flutter through his heart, flummoxed, and he nestles his head against the crook of his neck.]

[He actually frowns at the last part, pensive - before heaving a sigh as those emerald eyes close up.]

See, you got me there. I do like a good resolution. A play is only good as its ending. I just...don't know how to go about doing it, friend.