No. It wasn't and he wanted to tell her so. But it had been a hard day, and those happened, those were normal. Those would pass. He told himself all the platitudes he believed would help and finally looked up from the dominoes to see the beautiful girl he had fallen so completely for standing with a mug of tea.
He did wonder sometimes if it was a thing with ghosts. Constantly making tea. Though Lady Mary had never made him tea. He hadn't been sure she knew how.
"Everything is fine my love." he said simply, "Or at least it will be, it's just been one of those days."
He took the tea, grateful once again that he had someone like her in his life, someone so wonderful and caring that would stay with someone like him in spite of the myriad of reasons that she should not. She had looked to have enjoyed herself at the gathering, made friends, people who could see her, could talk to her, interact with her, and yet she had stayed by his side most of the time. He would never completely understand why that was but he was grateful for it.