[Well, he's certainly not about to let that go. Searching implies looking for something, and his first thought is naturally that of a routine pat-down, but that wouldn't make sense (even so far as Coop's dreams ever do or don't make sense — and that's the thing, because even in all their absurdity, he's at least got a knack for dreaming in coherent narratives: she's preparing food, he took my ring).
He takes a drag on his cigarette and ponders this.]
What, did I think you were going to give me a Valentine back?
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[Well, he's certainly not about to let that go. Searching implies looking for something, and his first thought is naturally that of a routine pat-down, but that wouldn't make sense (even so far as Coop's dreams ever do or don't make sense — and that's the thing, because even in all their absurdity, he's at least got a knack for dreaming in coherent narratives: she's preparing food, he took my ring).
He takes a drag on his cigarette and ponders this.]
What, did I think you were going to give me a Valentine back?