Dave was sad, devastated even. He didn't mean to be rude to Henry or anything, but he was so confused, and he didn't understand why Henry still continued to harp on the past. He was walking alone in the middle of the night, not wanting to know if he had gotten lost or not. If he was going to get lost, then anyway, he didn't care anymore.

There was a square close by, so he decided to sit on one of the benches so that, at least alone, in the silence of the night, far from home, he could cry, ...