Suppose you got on an airplane, sat down next to a random stranger, made small talk about your families, and discovered he has a husband back home. What would you do?
Correct answer: Nothing. Because who cares.
If it were me, I’d just say, “That’s nice,” before putting on my earbuds and falling asleep. Because there’s nothing more that needs to be said. Being on an airplane is like standing at a urinal: I acknowledge other people are really close to me but that doesn’t mean we have to have a conversation.