"Why?" he can't help but ask, the movie lost on him now as well. They have so much more in common than he ever would have thought -- so much more to talk about. "Rear Window, huh? I wouldn't figure you for the murder mystery type." He tips his head, getting that look he gets when he's overthinking something simple, gears turning far past the practical solution.

"Killing the dog was just overboard. Don't you think?" He's not really the murder mystery guy. If only because it makes him think about that night. Something he's trying desperately not to think of now.