[ Gary didn't seem to bothered by it, just playing the few rounds, but when she spoke he paused and sat the controller aside, shifting to face her. ]

You're not being boring, Harley. What do you think I would have done at home? [ He motioned to the switch.] You're in your head a little, and I kinda caused that. So, it's my fault. How can I help make it better? No pressure, though, sometimes it's best to feel crumby for a while. At least I think so.

[ He knew he'd have never moved on from losing his best friend if he hadn't let himself be sad for a long while.

Gary did open his arms for her, offering a light smile. ] I got you, Harley.