He slips inside the room and glances around, still fidgeting anxiously. He doesn't even know where to start. After a few moments of debating himself, he turns to face her again, "Something...happened today. With Allison."
He moves over to sit in one of the chairs, leaning over slightly on his knees. He isn't even comfortable talking about it, which should be his answer in itself--he should just tell her he can't do this, not like this. "We got stuck in the elevator earlier and--" he sighs and ducks his head. "I'll just say...the chemistry is still there, even though she doesn't remember anything." And he is the picture of guilt just now. Because it all just feels...wrong, now that he's outside of the moment and can see things clearly.