...really, he's not the best kind of guy to follow this. But he can understand about needing to vent, which gives him some kind of grip of the frustration behind it than any real answer. Releasing a small breath, his voice resigned.

"Why anyone, right? Why us, why on anything that happens. It just does, doesn't it? Maybe you're overthinking it," he suggests. "Or... there's nothing you can do about that question right now, so you look somewhere else."

Speaking of, somewhat. "How did that talk session with the train go?"