[Vanitas just goes on and on until her hand slaps over his mouth and he's prevented from saying anything at all. He looks closer when he can't speak, noticing the way she's flustered and blushing. It's very obvious why.]

Mn.

[He stays quiet until she lets go of his mouth. Of course he's not going to apologize for sharing, but he will pause to match her energy with his own anger.]

Do you think I liked having to do that!? If I had to suffer through doing it, the least you can do is listen to me process my trauma!!

[Eventually he wraps his hand around her wrist so she won't be tempted to shut him up again, amusement flickering just underneath all the fussing.] You better get used to hearing about this kind of thing!