Dinah rubbed her face and grumbled. "Dude. That was not a... I don't know, not some kind of consolation thingy. That was Mr. Stupid Crab-head freaking out that he'd never get a chance to turtle his way back toward you now, and finally telling you how he's felt for ages."

And GOOD. YAY. 'Cause that turtling thing was taking too damn long!

"You do believe him, right?"