[It's a like a dagger in the chest saying Rosie's name... reminding him how unprepared he is to handle her. To be a father. Mary doesn't know it, he won't tell her how he's already failed her, failed their daughter. There's just a tense silence after Mary cuts off. John licks his lips and clears his throat again as he responds to the rest.]

Well, I do prefer my wives well-thawed. Hold on. That makes me sound like that Bluebeard bloke. Or a cannibal. Never mind.