[ There's a brief pause before he takes that hand. The amount of time that Vanitas sits there, wary of his choice, is going to steadily be decreasing each and every time Tifa extends it. She's not asking after details. Not judging him. Not necessarily telling Vanitas that he is wrong to do this that or the other. Well, she might be thinking it. Of that he has no clue. But right now it is all working to give her points in her favor.

He gets to his feet and stretches a little more. It's as if he is paying more attention to himself than what the tapirs are doing. Even the warmth that is seeping into the area, the gloom and chill from happiness and "light" being sucked out of the area being chased away, doesn't exactly touch Vanitas. But that's fine. It doesn't have to. ]

Yeah, until something else shows up. Something will always be going on, I think. That's just how these things work.

[ He offers a shrug. Then a smirk. ]

If you want to bring me along to that next time, I think I'd be able to handle that.

[ Meaning that Tifa hasn't been an issue to work with. That he is willing to do so again. ]