[ For a good several seconds or so, he's just basking in all of this, flitting from one color to the next (red still seems to be his favorite). The funny thing though about running your mouth is that it's easy not to pay attention to the details about what comes out when you're preoccupied with the entire flight. So it's only after Hikage's called out on it does he actually really think on what he just said. And only after that does he recall the "sharing" in the hivemind which he caught some of, which was more than enough even when compared to the rest of the mess that happened between some of its members.

This is some sake weighted lag, but it's probably not all of it. Another several seconds later (enough for Subete to preoccupy himself with the sake bottle), Hikage starts to run his mouth in a different way. ]

That's not what I meant! He was so drunk I had to actually drag him back to his room but he kept complaining about some woman named Reika and an oil drum? [ Actually he kind of ran his mouth there too but these things just happen when you're from an otome and smashed. What matters is what's behind the ridiculous flowery veil of it all, and even after he cuts himself off to drink more sake what comes out is- ]

Just—I didn't mean it like that with him. I only like-I'm only interested in you. [ Which he had no intention of saying but oops. They can match in brightness now, because being a tsun who was too honest is truly suffering. Oh so smoothly he tries to pick up the rest of what's been said while being incredibly engrossed in the menu. ]

...good. I've never kept score before.