Veritas turned to look at Vanitas, watching him for a long moment before she nodded and idly tapped her club before pausing then tapping a didn't rhythm. "Papa." Somebody had imprinted on Vanitas.

"Sometimes I wish she was shy. Shy and quiet," Vanitas drawled but there was no real punch to the words and Flood just giggled and drifted over to him, pushing at his cheek with one of her hands.

"Liar liar!" she taunted before settling on his shoulder and resting her head against his. The young man merely rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say, brat," he murmured before glancing at Walter again. His expression fell back into something neutral again and he seemed to be once more debating with himself, gaze settling on the floor after a moment. "...I'm sorry. For the way I was when we first met."