[ His expression transitions from casual to vaguely bleak as he listens to this story; he doesn't know what he was expecting, really.

And as always, he's fairly blunt about his assessment: ] I'll never know what you saw in that guy.

[ Maybe it was what Gyro didn't see and never will, but. That aside... ]

Note to self, then: the only car ride I'll ever take you on are bumper car rides. Deal?