At the very least, it's good to know that it's not just him. They're in this together in a lot of different ways. He finds himself fighting a sudden urge to reach over and... He doesn't know, hold his hand or something. But even Vincent knows that'd be too intimate a gesture for Irahl, even if they weren't in public.

He assures himself that it's just him not knowing what to do with himself. It's probably his brain just tossing up whatever random ideas come to mind as he fishes around for some way to say something that he's been having trouble putting to words for a couple of weeks now.

In the end, he just nods and says, "Well, glad you are."

And after a little more thought (and a couple of sips of his drink), with the sound of chatter and vague music beginning to feel further away, he adds on another point that's occurred to him many times since Irahl suddenly showed up in Skeleton City.

"M'hopin' we don't get separated again, but in case we do--" He smiles, a bit of that rare playful energy returning, "--We oughta make sure you have a real good time over here. Stockpile ya' with good times to last 'til I find ya' again."