"... oh." Okay, that makes sense. It really does.

Except, it doesn't unclench his stomach. Nor does it give him any idea how to answer the question.

"N-never thought... on it." And he hasn't, not even with the full awareness of Caleb and Pogue's date and everything. Deep breath. Softly, just a little more steadily. "You do." Not exactly a question.