Well, no. It's not empty.

But I can still-- I have my moments, okay. I can totally own that. [ To the right people, in private, so his pride is spared. ]

I don't mind, though. The writing, I mean. [ He rubs his forehead. Still there, hasn't yet completely come off. ] It means she'd miss me if I were gone. And she was hoping I'd wake up and see, and not vanish.

I know she-- still cares.