"I suppose so." He ran a hand through his hair. It was quickly becoming a nervous habit, he realized. He lowered his hand, feeling self-conscious. "I probably look a sight. Disheveled hair, dust everywhere." Now he chuckled.
"I suppose I'm too anxious to really catch the joking aspect. I'm sorry." He smiled to show her he understood now what she had meant. He didn't really want to think about where she'd be if he hadn't agreed so readily to the marriage "Do you need any help moving anything in?"