[His more casual expression falls, and he glances away. Never lasts long, does it? Not in months like this. The lightheartedness has to fall away, because reality won't be ignored for long. It's not her fault- it's no one's fault. Still, it's a feeling that really sucks.]

Yeah... that's good. I'd have done it, but I forgot he had live stuff there. [He exhales heavily, closing his eyes, and swallows past the lump.] He'll be grateful, when he wakes up and remembers it's a thing.

[If he says "when" enough times, will it become a believable guarantee?]