It's easier said than done, Elvis is pretty sure, when he can't think of anyone who has. Whether intentionally or not, it's been everyone, with the exception of maybe Eden, and around here, that's too hard to rely on, anyway. He wonders if it'll be Caroline next, who disappears and winds up working against her own point or whatever the fuck, but he manages not to say so. Tact might not be his strongest suit, mostly because he rarely cares enough to bother with it, but she's been nice enough in just sitting here that it wouldn't, he realizes, be entirely fair to push that hard. If she does go, he doesn't think she'd mean it, and that's saying enough for now.

"No need to thank me," he says with a shrug, not quite sure what to do with that. As far as he can see, he hasn't really done anything worth thanking. "I'll, uh. I'll remember to do that next time someone does."