"I'm pretty sure I did." He's not sure how he's sure, but he is. "I helped anyway."

He casts around for some kind of garbage bag. There's nothing in the immediate vicinity.

"Why don't we... start gathering things up, put them in one place? Garbage in a garbage pile, food to one table?"

For a moment he thinks he sees the shape of a person on the other side of the room, less a shadow or presence than an absence. Like it was the space a person should occupy, a person-shaped gap in the world. He squeezes his eyes shut a moment and shakes it off. "Why... Why did you do it?"

He means the party. He has no context to ask about anything else.