Now that particular three-in-a-bed is a recipe for disaster if ever there was one. He's confused. JUST confused. And will pout, and avoid the subject if...

Okay. Things to deal with.

"Huh. Pity. I'd love a peaceful breakfast. You sure he's old? Maybe he died young - and his being dead is great.. he'll manifest himself for her.. 'cuz he will, 'cuz she's special. And they'll be doomed never to be able to touch, kiss or all that stuff." He's clearly having trouble letting go of the idea.