He narrowed his eyes, thinking on her question a moment before he turned his attention back to his own bag, fumbling a bit with the contents inside of it to distract him a little. He shrugged after a beat or two, "Maybe it's a little of both."
And another shrug, "Hm." He hesitated a moment before zipping up his bag and picking it up to go around the table and cross over to the couch. "I wasn't really even dating her. But whatever it is we had, she called it off. Doesn't really matter now. Except for the fact that her and the entire botanical garden gang hate me. And I can't stop thinking about her."
He reached up to drag his hand over his face, the other setting the backpack down on the coffee table, "no wonder she thinks I'm obsessed. I say shit like that." He leaned down to work at dusting off the pillows and cushions.