Zekk sighed, instantly feeling bad for how he'd let his mood effect her. He was so used to living alone, to dealing with things like this on his own, that he'd probably been a little overly worried about his troubles effecting her or the energy of the house in some way. It had been hard to maintain even personal balance when the old man had passed away, but he'd tried. That was the tricky part, letting yourself really feel anything without then letting those feelings consume you, the difference between where he stood and both the Light and the Dark Side.
"Look, I'm sorry if I worried you. It's nothing you did," he started simply, running a hand through his hair and sighing. "But you probably gathered that from the journal. It's..." Zekk's voice trailed off, and he struggled to find the right words. "...I guess work-related fits?" Sitting down on the love seat, the closest furnishing nearby, he realized he was probably terrible at explaining the grief suffered by the recent imbalance of power, the utter loss felt on one side as the scales began to tip.
"I'm kinda like a referee. Sports references work for you?" he asked, looking up at her hopefully. "Guy who calls foul when one of two sides messes up in a game?" It was much more than a game, really, but it worked for now.