He puts down his glass and sits in silence for a second, processing the rather killjoy story. It was a far more explicit tale than his, which made him feel... What did it make him feel like? His dream from the previous night still bothered him, the one with the tall man who had berated him on his behavior. When had he become so insecure, so brazen and rude? Perhaps it was time to be a little more heartfelt. "I-... I'm sorry Light. That sounds horrible, and I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories."