He almost looked surprised when he felt the cloak rest upon his shoulders (also tried to ignore how it smelled), looking up and following Naminé with his gaze as he sat there silently, almost as if trying to register that yes, all of that indeed just happened. Though in all honesty, he's most surprised by the presence of another who had followed.

Once she's sat back down and drinks distributed, he simply stared at the steam swirling off the surface of his drink instead of reaching for it just yet.

"I don't know where to start," he finally admitted, hands clasped in his lap as his eyes narrowed. He knew he at least owed Naminé an explanation, though he could almost sense Vanitas' curiosity.