Hal ...gapes a while, head tilted, brows attempting to decide whether or not they want to escape from his face entirely. "I--"

He's moved, for one thing, barely beating heart doing its best to skip, or stop, or any number of other things it can't do. Those reactions, figurative or literal, tend to be reserved for hearts in human chests. "I've only the barest idea what you're talking about," he decides upon, eventually, since that is both true and at least a modicum of politeness. "But I do appreciate--er. The effort."

A whole and centered and stable thing, he imagines, suddenly wistful and looking now as if he might be considering smiling, his face just isn't quite sure how to reach the expression. "Tom and Annie? The three like us?"

Excuse him, he's ...parsing slowly.