You do, that's true. But an empty house never feels great. [And good dogs, no matter how good, can only fill it so much. He doesn't know him incredibly well, so he's not sure if it's welcome, but he pats Jack's shoulder. The gesture heavy and companionable.]

Ecruteak. We'll eventually have to go through there. We'll probably be here for a while. Just getting settled, building up stock, that kind of thing. Fuckin'... tired of the janitor work but I do not have the face or disposition to sit at a PokeCenter desk.

[Aside from all that meandering drivel, though, and punctuated by a drink, he brings it back around again.] What was your husband like?

[He doesn't know if that's a fair thing to ask, but the guy still seems to love the hell out of him. Even in absentia.]