Uh. Perhaps with the obvious. I'm sorry that future me was such a - an asshole about the Dumpy stuff.

[ "The Dumpy stuff" being the least awful way she can think of to say "the way you carried the lil dude's corpse around everywhere like the saddest metal security blanket." ]

I - uh, she did care. Which was kinda the problem? Seeing him around like that made it hard not to, and I was worried about how it was affecting you and-- just. Sorry. For that.