"Rubbish, of course." He let his hand rest at the side of her neck. He was probably being rude and stupid, standing in the entryway like this without so much as offering a chair, but he didn't think she minded. ... Or that she wanted to sit down, really. "How about yours?" Maybe they wouldn't have to talk about it at all. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of her shirt, winding gently into her hair at the back of her neck.