Why does he get the feeling that soon he's going to be sharing quite a bit with that torn up breakfast turtle?

He tears off the leg of one of his Turtle-cakes but does not eat it. Instead he palms the bit of pancake bringing that hand under the table. With his fingers he forms the dough into a ball, and very systematically rolls that ball between his fingers over and over.

His other hand reaches out towards her.

"Okay. You know I'm always here for you."