"Sorry," he apologized again and moved to help her clean up the mess. Kurt thought he knew Wicked well enough to know that was a lie; she'd stayed here before when things were bothering her. Not wanting to intrude on her private affairs, though, he tried to think of some way to ask delicately in case she needed to talk to someone. In the meantime he nodded to what she'd said and bent down to the little dog bed in the corner and the sleeping puppy. "He's getting big," he remarked. Potbelly was a favorite among the students, and there had been some lively stories about canine mishaps in Wicked's classes. He pet the sleeping dog on the head and then rose to look around, casually, as though he'd only just noticed the absence of her husband. "And where's Pietro this afternoon? Is he holding extra office hours, too?"