Ever since The Price is Right, perhaps even longer than that – the beginning of the month, maybe – Giles has taken note of Oswald's preoccupation, it's subtle, but noticeable enough. He's been waiting for Oswald to say something on it, under the assumption that he will when he's ready, but the more time passes the less likely that seems.

So on a quiet afternoon, Giles's curiousity wins out over continued patience.

"Will you tell me what's on your mind, my love?"