If you like it, you eat it. Ah. (nods his agreement to it, picking up on the discomfort but not knowing what to do with it on his end... so he does nothing.

was he supposed to say something to reassure him? what would that have been? he could tell him that he doesn't share the point of view, that he eats whatever's put in front of him even if it's no better than pigs' slop or chicken feed. but it feels good to make something that someone appreciates. it doesn't feel like he's fucking up so much.

nods again, sniffing his amusement.)

I don't know what Citizen Kane is, but thanks. I can't say I had any desire to sit through a glorified sing-along.