That was the million dollar question, wasn't it? He walked along, not minding his state of half-dress in the presence of another man, and scratched at the back of one forearm while he thought about what the truest answer was. On one hand, he was great with it, on another ... he didn't know. Did he marry the woman now? Was that even possible here? Would she even want to commit to anything? Was it just the pollen and a fling for her? "... I don't know," he answered at last, glancing over then back to the grass in front of him. "It feels complicated. You?" he asked, honestly curious. Though he wasn't going to push for details either.