That's quite the loaded question, Astrid. Still, he doesn't think it would help much to ask her for his life back. Or a way to get it back. He'll just keep that to himself.
"I'm good," he assures her, setting down the messenger bag on the bed and taking out the box. And then he just holds it, as if unsure what to do or where to put it.
Why does everyone think he hates Donald??
"I'm good," he assures her, setting down the messenger bag on the bed and taking out the box. And then he just holds it, as if unsure what to do or where to put it.