[He'd thought it to be a pretty good answer, actually. All things considered. Really, what had Van expected him to say?

Still, Van seems fixated on his task, so Asch doesn't attempt to stop him. Not that he could, anyway. The state he's in? It would be laughable, like a child kicking at a grown man's shins. It's not like him to just sit there and do nothing, though, so after a moment's pause he starts to slide his way to the other end of the couch, away from the mess, and lowers his hand near the floor, snapping a few times. Within seconds, Star pokes his head out from beneath his seat, glowering at Van warily for a moment before giving the offered fingers a nuzzle. Good, one of his guides is still here.]

You seemed like you were in a hurry, so I thought I'd wait. Isn't it better to tell you when you're in a better mood?

[Which is, of course, the preferred answer above "because I didn't feel like it".]