[he places a hand over his mouth, muffling his words without thinking]

I think you're right. I'm not sure how, but how does any of this make sense?

[his hand shifts to his hair, pushing his waves up from his hair line for a moment.]

More information that I know not what to do with. Do we tell him? Should I continue to feign ignorance? [he lets out a small, frustrated noise and makes a move for their little bottle of alcohol.]

Surely I cannot keep up such a farce forever.