"Ooookay," Much breathed. If she couldn't, then they could live in denial a bit longer. Was that good? Did he not want to know? Not that there was a whole lot Much could do to hurry anything along, however he felt about it. Except feed her tea, probably. "C'mon then, let's just... Sit, or something. I'll take these," he lifted the cups in his hands and moved back to the lounge. "You wanna... Um. Talk?"