He's not very good at sitting still, particularly when even sort of waiting on something, and even more so when already in a state of agitation, so there's a handful of different things in progress. Granted, most of them were already in various states of progression, but he's bounced back and forth between them while she was gone. Lack of concentration in particular from all the activity and the headache it developed. He's sitting on the bed when she comes in, and looks up at her over his glasses from the thing in his lap.

'Good. That's good. Figured he would be, but...' At least, after a chat if he wasn't already. He's at a mild loss as to how to actually finish the sentence though, so he opts to start a new one instead. 'Are you?'