[There is light laughter as Lin amuses himself with internet references. Still it dies out quickly as he considers his next move. The smile vanishes.]
That's good, though. I think. I know - I just -
[A frustrated sigh. Lin frowns like a tired and grumpy toddler as he tries to figure things out. He even stomps a little. He struggles, wondering if he's supposed to apologize for Andrew's actions (no.), or say something sympathetic about Drug Dealer BF (iffy), or explain to Aubrey that he, a person who engaged almost solely in casual sex, felels confused as a result of their tryst, and then list his reasons (supes iffy).]
But, what I was going to say earlier, is that something can not be your business, but you're still allowed to feel the way you feel. That's what Dr. Schonfeldt tells me anyway, and she has like, 20 diplomas, so.