Theodore did sigh. He'd been having a good time, or at the very least, a comfortable one, talking to Jamie. He didn't feel the pressure he did when talking to other people, and despite the personal things he'd divulged, he'd felt very much at ease. "I suggest...thinking of nothing like...you were thinking of something else. Nothing as a...a thing," he offered, though he was sure that wasn't helpful. "We ought, I suppose," he reluctantly agreed, getting up from the seat, his ankle a little stiff and a bit sore from the disuse.