He ran his hand through his hair. "Of course he can. He does. I just can't decide if he is or not!" He looked up at her, eyes dark and haunted. "It was all going so well. I was having a fantastic time! And now... I just don't know anymore."
He wouldn't normally be that honest with someone else - anyone else, except maybe the Doctor, because he never would learn the stupidity of that - but this was himself. Herself. Whatever.