[His smile loses some of its teasing edge, eyes crinkling at the corners. Seeing Elan laugh is still satisfying. And it might be even more so after learning his sad life story. That's what Hiyori's role is, at the end of the day: to sing and spread cheer, even to those who have lots to be sad about.

Especially to those who have lots to be sad about.

He sets down his own microphone, opening his mouth to voice his agreement (yes, yes it was something!) before the closeness catches him off-guard. His eyebrows raise, but his smile doesn't falter, nor does he shrug off Elan's arm.]

Someone sure loved getting friendly with me ♪

[He can't resist that tease in before he moves on to praise Elan's performance.]

Yep, pretty much! Your voice sounded quite a bit like mine, I thought. But with your own unique flair, which suited things just fine. There can only be one of me, after all, and there can only be one of you!

[And then, a bit more softly:]

... that's something I understand, even if your employers don't.