"You don't say."

Break is older than crap at this point. He can be snide about his younger self and all the people associated with him if he likes. Finally, though, he seems to have copped enough of a sort of cuddle to satisfy him. He sits up and adjusts his glasses, giving Caroline one of his fingers to latch onto.

"So what happened to your poor cravat?" Not the arm. The cravat.