"Preoccupied." He feels like he's a half-step behind the conversation and has been since stepping into the tent. At least he can manage to get out of the doorway, letting it fall closed behind him so he can stand awkwardly there. There's no apology, but then why would there be? She only calls him De-de when she's drunk or her life's in danger, and he's the idiot with feelings.

"Right." Anders shakes his head, trying to gather his flurry of thoughts. "I take it the place is in order, then?" Maker, why does she throw his emotions this much into a mess? He's in a relationship and happy. This isn't fair.