[He moves toward the window to join her.]

It helped thinking of it that way when I was a kid, anyway. And Sylly, er... my sister, Sylvia, she was really just a wonder bucking me up about the whole sorry affair.

Time heals wounds, though, what? And you'll meet them again someday when your eyes reflect the stars instead of holding them.

[Bertie wrinkled his nose. That was frightfully poetic. He really needed to lay off being so entirely sentimental.]