He feels wildy uncomfortable now, and not in the way some off-handed remark can save. This is weirdly raw. Something about staring into the abyss and having it wink back, maybe.

Whatever it is, he's not used to people flipping the questions and the tables around to him. Especially not when they're right. Bigby's a good detective. He kind of hates it right now.

"Yeah, everything staying groovy," he points out. He shifts a little forward.

"I really don't care who she's doing what with. She could tell me she's getting married tomorrow and I'd be fine with it. Wynonna getting married would be the funniest joke I could think of happening here of all places, but the point is, it really is cool."

His eyes narrow. The corner of his lips twitch up.

"Why?" He asks, and the small smile turns into a grin. He forces himself to keep a straight face.

"You, uh.... You care, huh? About me? Just a little?"