Parker had seen the butterfly, but let it go without comment. No need to call such things to attention, when Dom seemed to be handling it. Parker had explained things, about Fred and Elsa, and more about Fred, to Dom.
"I think it's awkward for all of us, Fred. But I'm glad you agreed to dinner. I am glad to meet you face to face." That much was true. He couldn't help being worried for her, for Fred, locked in someone else's body like she was. He and Wes had made peace with each other a long time ago, but he remembered how difficult it had been, and they had no real grievances with each other.