Exactly. Look, he's not an idiot, he knows better than to say anything about whether or not her interest was genuine. She still seems friendly enough to him, he's not worried about their friendship.

...But maybe he could start to inch it towards something a little bit more.

Steeling his nerves, he shifts his weight so he can lift his hand and place it on her knee; a gentle, innocent enough touch. "He misses you," he murmurs, and he may not be talking about the dog. But maybe he is. "He whines at me when I try to feed him, I don't carry the treats he likes."