[At some point after returning to MarinaNova, Gaeta should probably have checked in with Martha. He doesn't regret anything—there's no shame in sleeping with an intelligent, attractive woman—but there's every chance that she does. Frankly, he doesn't have enough friends here to ruin those friendships with poor decisions.
When Martha calls him, he prepares himself for the worst. He has no idea what the worst could be, but this virtual existence seems bleaker than it did before and he's not about to risk being hopeful.]
Hello, Martha. Things are as good as they can be, I suppose. [This is awkward. He hasn't had to deal with a lot of morning-after situations.] How're you holding up?