His look turned to one of curiosity, as if she had suddenly started speaking Urdu or had sprouted a third arm. "What do you mean? Of course it matters how you are." He stopped himself, again, from reaching out for her.
"What to say or do? About what?" This whole conversation was so confusing to him, maybe it was the haze of his drink still lingering, his exhaustion, his lack of practice with other people lately... But he was lost.