Whatever he's expecting as a rebuttal, that isn't it. In his present state, he has a bit of trouble making heads or tales out of Polly's sad, sordid story, but he at least understands what she's saying and where she's coming from with it. That doesn't mean he agrees, though.

"Well 'M nae her," he says coldly. "I dinnae need no bleedin' affirmations o' whate'er, I jus' need a damn distraction. An' I found it. 'M sorry fer yer loss an' all that, an' I know that this sort o' thing's a slip'ry slope. Seen it happen too many times, meself. But right now, I really just dinnae care."

That was way too much coherency for this late at night. Slumping back in his seat, he drapes an arm over his eyes and sighs.

"Feel free ta run this time."