Shana watches Dale mope around the house unhappily, he has been this way ever since he couldn't find the strange guy that he bumped into, he was calling him Jasmine now because he had figured out the scent of the kind of flower, it sounded ridiculous to Shana because honey was the more common scent but there was no changing Dale's mind.
He still read for his final papers but all the time was spent lying around or stalking the pet shop and the bakery he found out Jasmine worked at, it had been shut down already and Shana was just as miserable as her cousin.
"Dale, baby? Are you okay?" she asks in worry, walking closer to the couch he had been lying on.
A muffled murmur replies her and she comes close enough to see him lying halfway off the bed, he had a scruffy beard and dark bags under his eyes, and the only reason he remembered to shower was because of Shana.
