I — thought. She didn't laugh at my clothes. Didn't act like...

[But he's still kind of tired and out of it, so he unfortunately loses that train of thought before long, before having to grasp around to find it again.]

But it could have been. And what if it was...and I didn't...

[He shakes his head, slowly, forgetting that the head contusions and resultant headache make that a really stupid idea.]

Ngh. But it wasn't. 'Twasn't.