Much bent himself backward over the sofa when she left, watching her, his head upside down and hair hanging, the arm of the sofa pressed against his shoulderblades. It was nice to see her so chill, it felt like that'd been a long, long time coming.
"Yeah thanks!" he grinned, straightening up as she returned, and holding out his glass. "Y'know, it's nice to see you so chill," he added, never one for keeping things hidden (unless they were like, real bad, then things could stay hidden forever thank you very much.) "Like to see you winning against the world."