"I don't know how cliche it is." Jacob said, studying him. "I'm just..." He sighed a little, starring at Sherr, trying to make this better for him, make it right. "I've got a notion that you'd be much happier if you...some things there's not letting go of but talking is...it's like lancing an ulcer you didn't know was there."
And he paused, snorting. "Wow. That IS bloody cliche. But, look, Sherr. It's just seeming like.." And he paused, trying to think of another tactic. "What about him made you want him, if you don't mind me asking that?"
Which he probably did, but screw it. Jacob was asking anyway.