The bit about the parties got a shrug - accepting, not dismissive, but that last part...Glitch blinked in confusion, crouched down to switch off the projector, and when he rose again the perplexity was joined by worry.

Yes, last time the subject had come up there'd been horrors, but then Glitch had been possibly at his most unstable and the result was messy and irrational. In the intervening months he'd gotten the hell over it and constructed a scenario in which two very independent and private people were engaged in an extremely private relationship and all was progressing well and normally toward some sort of fiercely independent and intensely private happily-ever-after-or-until-the-city-does-something-horrible. And none of it was any of his godsdamned business and that was totally okay.

The fact that Glitch chose to dismiss the variable of exactly how fundamentally screwed up the parties involved are shows the depths of his optimism. So yes: concerned confusion.

"Why? I mean...how?" Pause "Or maybe what?" Or maybe it really wasn't any of his business and no number of interrogatives would be useful or welcome.