Danny has known Mindy long enough to know when banter is no longer that and if truth be told, he's not sure what he's trying to achieve by prodding. The letters, the red dress, they were supposed to prove that Mindy isn't serious about Luke, that she's open to...something -- Danny's head drops back in frustration -- he doesn't even know what. Now it's over between them and while he's selfishly happy about that, the news hasn't come with the boost of confidence, of assurance, he'd been expecting. Mindy hasn't chosen him. She's just not chosen Luke.

"Get a tortoise," he says quietly, apropos of nothing, like he isn't currently battling growing internal turmoil. "They're really hard to kill and you can forget about them for three months every year."