Curtis huffs out a soundless breath: nowhere near laughter, but trying to make a go at it. He leans closer so he can rest his head on her shoulder.

Soft, "I'm cool with it if you are. I mean, it's -- " He struggles to put it into words. "I think I kinda needed to get out of the bar for a bit."

Not just downstairs, but the whole bar. Like Edgar's claimed Milliways as his whole territory and Curtis has to cede him the space for now. It's a ridiculous notion, and Curtis isn't even sure if that's what he really believes, but -- he knows he's starting to calm down, sinking into a place that's isn't just the numb stillness you get after a bad shock to the system.