"Nae that small, either," Sean says, since protesting the little things beats thinking about whatever bizarre, unavoidable future awaits Tom. Hell, awaits all of them. Eventual deaths and human trees and Emma Frosts being what they all are, he's definitely better off focusing on the here and now, which at least isn't as bad as it could be.

"It's... very nice, though. Thank ye, lass."

See? Trying.