I find little comfort in lazing about, as it is. But tell me, please: what separates the pointless whining from those struck with grief? In the rather short time I have been here I have seen people separated from lovers - husbands, wives, with the same mixed bitterness and joy.

[Shaking his head, even if you aren't looking up.]

There is no shame in emotions, or in being concerned as to his whereabouts. Whining would imply a lack of the willingness to do anything about it, to remain inactive and yet feel entitled to complain regardless. If he is not here, then he is not here, but I will not say that I did not at least show concern or make an effort to see that he is alright.