[This time, Connor says that and Dave doesn't question it. Maybe he wants to believe it, maybe there's some certainty and some honesty in the way he delivers it.

He pulls himself up so he can lean on the counter while Connor goes about his business. Wordlessly he reaches out and takes a portion of the cookie dough, eating it and continuing to talk like he's done nothing wrong.]

Maybe it's for the best. [He doesn't sound like he really believes it, but..]

I don't think he really liked it here, anyway. It was a lot of bullshit we never really planned for because, like, how do you plan for this?