He just sprawled himself on the other side of the couch, looking perfectly at home there, just as he had in the stalled elevator, and the cafe, and basically anywhere he was. It was a gift.

If he were the sort to have awkward moments instead of the sort to cause them, this would have been one of them, instead he just smiled, not quite as brightly as before, but it was genuine all the same, "Since there's nothing on we might as well talk." Though he was at something of a loss for subjects.