Some of 'us' are wrong. [How dare you take your side! This is so unfair.] And I sharn't be playing uncle Sherlock to anyone's horrible little creatures, they're all gross and sticky and have the most devious of traits.

And why would I lose him? I'm not losing him. He's not a mitten I'm just going to casually drop in the snow by accident. [There's an edge of possessiveness there but it's all out of love. Loving possessiveness.] Besides, he can never be lost, I always know where he is. Mostly. Today is a rare exception.