"Well" Richard shrugged, amending their statments, "there's always some point in taking risks." He met her eyes, grinning in the light of the streetlamps. "I mean, it's all..."
And just like that, between one word and the next, the overwhelming strangeness of what had just happened hit him. The explosion, the weird emotions, the beard... WHY did he have a beard? Why had he been so nonchalant about the truck? And Vanessa... He turned to her, a look of real horror on his face. "Vanessa, I, I'm really sorry. About all of this. Your car, yelling at you like that... I don't know what came over me." Was she really about to take him out on a date? Was he really about to LET someone take him out on a date?
Stress. It had to be the stress. Or maybe he was just going crazy.