"Right. Yes. Plants." Plants for sad deer. "That sounds like- I mean. Nh. Right. Go home. Good idea."

Escape before he ends up banging anyone else that's not his boyfriend. And then call Pipes. And cry about how he didn't think it would be this bad. That sounds like the sensible course of action.

If he can, uh, get his legs to work. Because now they're even more wobbly.