Walky moves Joyce aside.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll handle this.”

Tony continues staring off into the middle distance.

“Hey, Tony, Joyce and I get exactly how you feel!  I mean, everyone you love is dead or in prison, but, like, we finally saw each other naked.”

Tony’s eyes flicker, his brows furrow slightly.

“Yeah, it was pretty crazy!  I mean, you kind of had to be there.  Though if you were there that’d be even crazier.”

Tony turns his head, raising a pained eyebrow.

“We’re not looking for a third.”