Yes, I suppose... mostly to get my mind off of this and that.

[A beat, wrapping his scarf around his hand. Okay. Okay.]

But you've been rather busy yourself, haven't you? ... Dealing with those that would suspect you of various things.

[It's. Not something he wants to talk about, necessarily, nor involve himself past what the months had given him in lingering memories, but. It's important now.]

Tea was only a pretense, truthfully.