We're not moping again, are we?

[It's a valid question, he's been having a hard time and she never asked why just played the buddy card and drank away his woes with him but the fact remained that she did care. Evidenced by the slightly concerned smile plastered on her mug.]

C'mon. Tell Aunty Harley all about what you were writing in your diary. You do my nails and I'll give those shoulders a squeeze.

A little quid for your pro quo.