That hadn't been what he'd meant, but he wasn't about to press the question. Probably he was just imagining something was off. Pushing away his doubts for the moment, he nodded. "Right," he said. "Never rains like this at home. Well, not often. I mean, every few years maybe, and then you can't get it to stop." It was alright by him, though. He didn't really care for the rain. The sooner it stopped, the better, so far as he was concerned. It just made everything depressing.

Maybe it was that, only that. Something in the weather had thrown them both. Stepping in toward her, he laid a hand against her waist and gave a little lopsided smile, more hopeful than anything else, his other hand slipping up to her cheek. "Long as you're sure you're okay."