Vincent still doesn't appear to be really looking at them, though the shape of him continues to shrink. He's still very large, very tall, but he slouches forward and seems to somehow take up less and less space.

Robin, though, he's way ahead of the two of them--grabbing the far side of their head so that he can guide their face closer to him and kiss the top of their head encouragingly.

"No, no, don't worry. You aren't in trouble."

He seems warm and friendly again, the cold smirk gone just like that. Maybe it's that change of tune that makes Vincent finally loose some of that irritation in favor of something quieter, more confused. Robin seems content to keep his tall friend in the background again, further assuring Phalanx:

"You can stay. Isn't that right, Vincent?"

From the other side of the bed, Vincent hesitates... eventually grumbling something about him staying out on the couch.