He feels a slight dissonance, like his senses are separating from eachother, and there's a lag to her words that wasn't there before. But the lag quickly corrects itself once he registers she's speaking and directs his attention to her. Still silent of course, though his eyes a little wider, the shoulder closest to her shrugged up near his chin.

Quiet moments- right. Well, because of him, all moments were quiet to her now. He feels guilt from it of course, the guilt not exactly being why he stitched up his mouth and remained silent, but the illusion that it was the full reason did well for him. Better they naive, even those closest- no matter how he or she may feel, everything would end up as it should be in the end, for the motherfucking best.

Kurloz manages a thin smile, soft, mimicking hers in a way as he sits there, gangly legs bent up at the knees. The high's slowly creeping on his mind and body now, the hit having been the third for him and that haze now begins to really linger over him now that he just sits back and calms. He nods his head, languidly raising a hand to simply sign a few fluid things in her direction.