"Routine kind of went out the window while the island did its thing," he explained in Charlie's defence. Charlie was not usually so wild with him, but things had been weird for far too long, and Hemingway was frazzled. And Charlie could definitely pick up on his mood as well.
Hemingway frowned a little, not sure why she was asking- and then he realised how odd he had to look, just staring at her like he was afraid she was going to shatter. "Yeah, maybe," he answered finally, blinking and forcing himself to stop staring at her like that.