Eh? C'mon Rean, you shouldn't be nosy about another guy's thoughts. You might not like what you find out.

[He says it jokingly, but the veneer of cheer is thinner than usual.

Tonight was lovely, and that makes everything else hurt worse. Every time Rean's kind, it makes it worse. Crow is, genuinely, happy here, and that very happiness just tears at all the holes he's left in his own heart. It feels like lying.

So he just lies about everything else to protect himself. Right. A good plan.]