[Well, he might as well follow his own advice. He picks up another skewer, chewing on the food daintily (or as daintily as one can chew on fatty meat). Elan has also given him a lot to chew on metaphorically, of course. For starters, is it really alright to keep calling him "Elan-kun" when that name was something forced upon him...? He did say he didn't mind, but something about it doesn't sit right.

He's just not sure how to act. This whole thing has been terribly complicated. Elan's past seems like a great big dark abyss; the more time he spends digging around in there, the more likely he is to get swallowed up...

But as he's thinking that, Elan breaks the silence that's settled over them with a flirty (?) line. Hiyori blinks at him for a moment, before his lips curve into a wry smile. Right, of course—tragic past or no, "Elan-kun" is still "Elan-kun," and that includes a hefty dose of sarcasm.]

Already done "singing our hearts out," huh? You want to head straight to your room?

[His voice takes on a teasing lilt.]

Well, I already got to hear your singing voice, so I suppose we could do that. I'll hold you nice and tight inside my arms, and you can cry all you want. Unless that's not the sort of comfort you're looking for...