"Huh. He's pretty good." Wait. He supposed judging the skills of an internationally successful rapper wasn't really point of this exercise, so Win tried to instead imagine what this had to be like for Ten and so he reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder. Damn. "Hey."

He looked at him, frowning. "I guess that's about you?" It did line up with all he knew. "...yeah, he is not over you."

For better or worse.