It's fair to say that he's given the events of New Year's Eve a small amount of thought even as he tries to distract himself with the greater project at hand - continuing to build the addition onto his hut in order to complete his working lab. He hasn't enlisted any help because he prefers to work alone, and even though this endeavor has taken several months given the island's recent change, he likes a long-term project to keep his mind off of other things.

This time, however, there seems to be only one thing lingering on his mind, and no matter how many nails he hammers into wood or how many thatches he attempts to put in as insulation, the heat of a kiss still lingers in his recent memory.

He's outside working now, stripped down to his undershirt as he hammers away on the perch of the extending roof, occasionally pausing to wipe sweat off his brow. He's almost positive he's heard a voice in the middle of his hammering, and pauses to listen again, waiting for a sound, an indication of someone there.