He followed her gaze, shaking his head, not saying anything for a long moment.
Truthfully, he didn't know why. He hadn't been thinking of the consequences, he'd been thinking of the moment. How being with Alex had made him feel, a way he hadn't with anyone since Hattie. It was true, he believed he'd been falling in love with Calliope, but he wondered if that was more his desire to help her, a manifestation of his programming.
"How is she?" He wasn't worried about himself. He was concerned for her. He turned his head to face Anne again.
He didn't know how he felt about Alex. He was reasonably sure he knew how he could feel about her.