"Things are... good." It almost sounded more like a question than a statement. "Just..." He trailed off. What should he say? He didn't want to tell Wanda about Teddy or Kate or Bart, because if she was coming unhinged, that might put them in danger. But if he didn't say anything, she might become suspicious of his motives, or something like that. So he opted for something that at least was happening, even if it had no bearing on his current state.
"I'm just a bit tired. Didn't get a lot of sleep last night because of a dream I've been having."
He glanced around at the other patrons, some who were trying to appear like they were not listening to the random conversations of strangers.