[He knows this won't be their forever, but he can live vicariously through Toby's grinning optimism, just for now. That fantasy is better than reality, and he needs it, when he's only had his vampire back for a few hours.]

The Big Chill, [he affirms, chuckling ... halfway convincingly at the dark joke.] Lucky for us, you can take the cold, and all I'll need is a good coat or three. [Pushing himself harder to overcome his own lingering wounds, he adds,] Hell, it'll preserve the portrait even better than the attic is going to do now. [Who needs feelings, just avoid them all. ♪]

I do like the orchid one. [He touches the bath bomb contemplatively.] But now I'm thinking about when I'll be able to get my things [the portrait] in here. Don't react, because I know it's bad, but the portrait's sitting in a closet right now. [There was no time, okay????]