Having just said he will, Elvis can't really do anything but nod in confirmation, not sure if her insistence makes him more or less likely to actually follow through. The truth of the matter is, there isn't anything anyone can do; he just has to work himself up to being able to appreciate the offer, absolutely true or not, useless though it might be. It's more than he'd get from most people, but what the fuck does that even mean?

"Alright," he says, mouth pulling to one side. "So, uh — you like doing this sort of thing, huh?"