[Watches him through those words, the feeling that should be there perhaps clawing to the surface as though muscle memory wants him to act on it. But it feels almost too easy to brush off, a deep, empty chasm there instead.]
"Sorry." [What meaning could that possibly hold? Nothing, to Keith, surely.] Yeah-- well.
[Looking at him a moment longer, it's his turn to frown more too after a while, as everything makes less sense and not more.] I don't get any of this.