Sunny is still in that zone of being both talky and giddy that he laughs freely at this, even though the current of negativity is not something he has to squint to see beneath wordplay. He's just relieved it's over. This isn't enough to supersede some awareness, though, his free hand going out to take Jae's in a tactile reassurance that everything is fine.

They're still in the tower, granted. "I don't like when things take my stuff," he agrees, bringing Jae's hand up to kiss his knuckles. The looking glass is kept, almost unthinkingly, tucked against Sunny's side in a clasp like he's carrying along a book.