"Would that it could be, but how could we possibly start having the exact same delusion, before we even saw one another?" It took him a minute to backtrack to Irene's question, mind still heavily mulling over the reality in his hands, out the window.
"Rational, no, but for the moment, it's the only explanation readily available. Unless the pair of you truly did partake of the wine by the mantle, in which case I should warn you to eat something now. You'll be deathly ill, otherwise." Just what Irene was doing back in his apartment was a conundrum of its own, but stranger things had been happening for him lately. And it seemed far more likely, than... everything else.