Sweeney feels like he did something wrong, even if it's for the right reason. He isn't sure how to feel about it, because when it comes down to it, he's spend a huge amount of time not wanting to feel anything about anyone else.

His thoughts shift, trying to settle. Something clicks.

"How ya feel 'bout the end of May?" he asks, cautiously optimistic, but understanding it's going to be a complicated subject in general. "The twenty-sixth?"