With the stove on, he grabs the kettle to fill, and gives Yellow a sympathetic look.

"I know how that feels, actually. Seeing someone in pain, not being sure what you can do to help. That's part of why I was a private investigator, actually."

He places the kettle down, watching the stovetop sizzle faintly at the water droplets on its outside. "Being able to reduce someone's pain, in whatever way you can... I think there's something noble in it."