He noticed Hel scratching at herself. That was something he did, too, though his scratching was more like clawing, and he had the marks to prove it. Legion had been such a terrifying swarm at one point, dashing their last human form into the rocks, making him scream and cry and terrorize people. The collective memory brought back a mixed reaction from the crowd, and amassed itself in something of a wince. He wanted to reach out and grab her hand, of all things, but her reaction to that probably wouldn't have been pleasant. He didn't know her that well, but if only there was a way to properly tell her 'I do that, too' , he would have.
And then she mentioned Darla, and he couldn't help but crack a smile at her. It was a good smile, a sweet one, one that rarely crossed his face, even if he was faking it. It wasn't crooked or strange or out of place, but with everything in him, he was smiling at her. Relieved, perhaps.
"One of us insists on the Backstreet Boys every once in a great while…it's…horrid." he chuckled, a little more warmly than before. He didn't care what Riley, or Jonathan thought of him, and perhaps he was talking too much…too strangely, but none of it mattered. Hel was awkward, he was awkward, and that was completely fine with all of them.
"Sure. If you don't mind, of course." He wanted to slap himself in the face. Where was this coming from? All that warmth…it was very new, and the little revolt in his head made him bring a hand to his forehead, briefly, trying to pass it off as nothing, but secretly trying to will them all to just BE QUIET.