Vincent shifts on his side of the couch again, sitting back up in the hopes that he'll find a position that makes him feel settled. He's slowly getting used to the idea that Irahl is back and things are going to be okay, but it's been a while since he's had someone else in his space like this.

To think he'd been so used to it once that it felt as natural as breathing, and now he's... He feels like he remembers half the steps to a dance. But one of the things he likes about Irahl is how easy he is to be around, so he hopes that if he just presses on, he'll eventually find his footing again.

"Hey, that's somethin'," he says, again reassured that it doesn't sound like Irahl had to spend time in space on his own, "Should I ask what the bad news is?"

And then, with a chuckle, he jabs his thumb back towards the kitchen, "Or should I get you a beer an' call it a day?"