Much better at following than leading, Elvis nods, an easy concession. Although he maintains that they won't actually change anything, he doesn't really have all that much reason to object, and he definitely doesn't have any cause to keep sitting around the kitchen. He could easily stay lying on his bedroom floor right now, but this might — might — be good for him. It doesn't mean he cares, it just means he's trying. Eden would probably like that, and Anabelle would have wanted him to.

"Alright," he allows, standing up to start towards the exit of the kitchen, his cup left neglected on the table. He'd feel kind of bad for it ordinarily, but someone else will pick it up, and it isn't like it does any harm there. "Let's do that."