Considering he still doesn't entirely understand how anyone can forgive him? Yes, much easier than he expects. He can't imagine he'd have as easy a time as she seems to, and even after the party she's come back around. It had been awkward for a few days, eventually falling back into a routine. Seifer chose just to pretend he didn't have that outburst and hoped Rinoa would do the same. Weakness. Can't be having any of that around here.

The same weakness that typically had him sick, though mercifully not this morning, still had him moving mechanical and slow. An old, worn down machine that hadn't been properly maintained. Probably felt as bad as he looked, those old wounds were hurting him in the cold more than he'd like to let on. The loop sucked. Everything sucked. Well, maybe not everything. A mug of tea and a kind gesture went a long way to reminding him why he hadn't run off as soon as he'd figured out it wasn't delusion. Still considered Rinoa a good friend, even after everything that had happened.

He's quiet for a time, just listening to the humming. It was probably a beautiful song, none could deny her mother's talent. After a while of letting the humming spread between them he finally murmured back. "Who can say? Maybe never got involved in the Owls at all." If she had her mother perhaps she'd have no reason to.

Sometimes it was nice to be able just to exist around someone else and not feel like you had to put on a show. Perhaps he was wrong about that, but right now he felt like it was okay. In the dark and quiet when everything else sleeps. Just be you for a little while. "D'you ever wish it could've been different?" What, exactly, he didn't specify. Anything really.