Am I wrong?

[He has a pretty good idea he's not, at least not with simple things.]

You really think I'm that simple?

That's hurtful, you know. I could be complicated.

It gives me time to spend on other things.

I never promised it was interesting.

[Way to sound even lamer than you are, Jagger.]

Look, between running a legitimate business and helping my friend with his side project, I don't have much time for shopping, alright?

I'm...I have layers. I don't seem complicated on the surface, but if you dig deeper, there are several interwoven aspects.

Right. Well, if you don't have anything more constructive, I'm going to continue looking for the missing items. Cheers, love.

[He takes a few calming breaths before he responds.]

My gloves are missing.

Well, yeah, but that's not the point.

It's-

[He breathes a sigh before continuing.]

You'll probably think it's stupid, but I got those gloves at a secondhand store years ago, yeah? They belonged to one old woman before her daughter donated them. She loved her children with all her heart, she would do anything for them and-

-it's stupid, but they mean a lot to me.

Yeah. [It was all the emotion he'd give voice to. He knew it was stupid to cling to a pair of gloves because they reminded him that parents could actually want their children around, but it was why he kept them.]

No. I read all that from them.

...I didn't read it on purpose. She had them for years, she left a very deep impression.

...and? [So what if it sort of left me feeling loved, even if I knew it was a lie?] What of it?

[He swallows.]

Maybe.

[He pauses for a moment before continuing.]

Can you really say with honesty you wouldn't look if it was there?