*wishing it were a bit easier to believe at the moment (but definitely not wanting to burn whatever tenuous bridge you've built)* Tuor's a good guy. *looks down at his feet* I'm sure there's just been some sort of horrible life-ending mix-up.
*half wants to ask you inside for a cup of tea or something in the hopes of making you feel better but can't help thinking it's inappropriate just now, considering* *besides, the other half of him just wants to go inside and die*
*finally sighs* I should get back to work. *rather lamely, he thinks* It was nice of you two to come by, anyway.