Dave - solid as ever, confused as ever among events that feel increasingly too large for him - doesn't intend to say anything. He doesn't know what to make of the child, doesn't know what to think -

- and so it's with some surprise that he hears his own voice ask, "Jen - where is he now? Your son? Is he - with someone?"

The question's awkward, as usual; as usual, Dave can't say what he really wants to say, which is: it's awful for a kid to be raised without love.