Nitou's doing a little awkward shuffling too, but, really. There's only so much brooding a guy can do. He'd been brooding for weeks. Brooding takes it out of you. It's not one of his natural talents. It's also not doing anyone any good. Doesn't make him feel better, doesn't make anyone else feel better, doesn't get him any closer to getting not scrambled in the brain, it's worthless. He can't dwell on it; he's just got to keep moving forward.

So he manages a grin for Albert--it's somewhat forced and a little weak, but Nitou is trying. "Yeah, sure, I think I'd like that."