Not a clue.

Wait, what? He blinks a little, head tilting to one side as he drags his focus to the here and now- to Peggy in particular. Shaking of the bulk of his rambling, winding mind is difficult but, this is apparently a thing? And not something he's imagining.

Okay, weird? Weird. It's all pretty clear, right? No messy complications like a migraine or smelling burnt toast?