Sarge looks around at the dusty things piled up everywhere because some of that got into his eyes and he wants to get rid of it. Two years of living in the same city, without knowing it. How easily could she have died, or they, without ever finding out. Or they could have moved somewhere else. Life is a funny thing and he doesn't like how the realization seems to pull at his feet, threatening to drag him deep into an abyss he wants nothing to do with.
Rodeo’s question has him look at the steaks, examining them thoroughly with knitted brows. "'m afraid the cow's dead," he draws slowly and those who don't know where to look might just miss the joke. But they won't and all is well.