"You sure you're not a therapist?" Little asked him. "Cause you really sound like a therapist." She didn't really know what the 'stages of grief' were, although she thought maybe she'd heard of it before. But she did know one thing: "I'm not grieving. I mean, no one has died. Well," she added more quietly. "Yet."

"You're telling me to, like, show up at your house and yell at you?" Little asked, raising an eyebrow at that.