He was talking, sure, but it wasn't like he really even knew what to say. He just knew, with physical evidence of pizzas, he couldn't just...not say something to them. He bit his lip a little, considering everyone in the apartment as they just sort of settled and maybe finally let the mental exhaustion of the day start to seep in, and sort of slipped off to somewhere slightly more private so that the inevitable crap and teasing that was going to be dealt to could at least be delayed or lessened slightly.

Of course, relocating didn't help him think of anything to say, though.

Ya done good, he decided on. And thanks. It really was appreciated.

And oddly timely. But he wasn't about to quesiton such things.