"Yeah," he said, shaking his head and grinning to himself, though he still had his back to Vash. He picked up a donut and started eating it thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling. The subject of what he'd said - what they'd said - seemed like a pretty big elephant in the room to him already, despite their later conversation where he'd tried to get across that it didn't actually change anything between them. It was probably just that it had all been singing and therefore imprecise and confusing and just generally argh.