The kettle shrilled before he could answer. He held a finger up. "Hold that thought," he said quickly as he grabbed the shrieking pot off the stove before realizing he forgot to get the cups. "Oyyy." He balanced the kettle with one hand and then dug his wand out of his pocket. "Accio two teacups." He was glad the cups landed without shattering. "Here, okay, good." He poured the steaming tea into the cups and looked up with a smile. "Sorry. You were saying...right." His smile turned into a small, thoughtful one. "Is it like you've seen too much and now you can't, well, UN-SEE it, so now...you are stuck?"