*chuckles lightly* Don't worry, I won't mention it to Danny.

*his expression grows serious and a bit sad, and he turns and wanders to the foot of the bed, leaning on the railing and inspecting a corner of the bedsheet* Yes. Very much. But I just have to live with it, don't I? Just like I have lived with every other loss. *a touch of uncharacteristic cynicism inadvertently tinges his voice*