[It shows, though, in the way the memory flickers across his expression; it shows in the way his gaze darts away and low, how just for a second he goes vulnerable and uncertain. There's recollection written all over his features, punctuated by a too-hard swallow and a short sharp intake of breath, and then it's gone and he's fine again, albeit a little quieter than before.]

A couple nights ago. I brought it home with me. Um...that night, I mean.

[The dog, meanwhile, pricks its ears and cocks its head, watching the two of them curiously.]

I didn't want to just leave it there. So I just...