I want you to care. I sleep with your best friend and you walk away. He comes out here from New York and rubs it in your face and still you get a good nights sleep. What do I have to do? Oh, I know. Maybe what I should do is go out on a date with the vet. Because that seems to be something that sends you into a blind rage. Oh, but wait, that won't work either because I'm not Meredith Grey.