[he rushes over and watering can be damned - she's getting bear-hugged. god, what is this horrible nuclear bomb day-- he's talking wildly and seems frantic]

Sorry. I'm sorry, I really am. Making you deal with that douchebag.

[he pulls back, but still grips her shoulders and looks intense...slightly crazed]

But I need your help. I don't-- This prob'ly really sucks for you, what you can do, but I need you to look in Shika. Something's wrong.