That elicited a slightly confused eye-squint. Prince charming. That wasn't new to him. Taking a light sip from his freshly brewed drink, he let out a small sound of approval and set it down. Hot, but delicious and it held a great aftertaste. Continuing to drink, he made a sidelong glance to Momiji and then Nick, smiling to acknowledge that he was indeed listening. However, he couldn't say he continued to listen as his attention-span slightly shortened and his head turned to look at other groups. Eyes landing on the clock, he took another sip and turned back to Mo, who'd suddenly put her hand on his chest. Arching a brow, he averted his attention back to her with a nod, not sure how to take that. It wasn't that he didn't like to be touched, he just felt the action in itself was a tad odd.

Holden shrugged it off as she spun around to take a hold of Nick's arm and then tugging at his. Simply giving her a small look was enough to show Holden didn't quite approve of the idea she'd come up with, but nodded regardless. Not like it would hurt to help out a bit, though he knew of other, better ways to help out with that coffee thing—mainly paying her in actual money. He couldn't complain, though, since making friends was what all of this was about and kind of required when living with other people who weren't tied to you through genetics. There'd always be problems in regards to family, but the fact that everyone was related to each other kinda stopped any homicidal thoughts from forming; however, there was no barrier to guard against the contempt that could form between two perfectly normal strangers. It'd be wise to get on everyone's good side, not only because it was the right thing to do, but because it'd benefit everyone in the long run.

"I'd be happy to help," he mumbled into his cup as he downed the rest of the drink. He hissed at the heat stinging the back of his throat, but smiled regardless as he turned toward Momiji, "I still need that sugar rush, but it really helped. Was delicious too." Slipping his arm from out of Momiji's grasp, he stood up to straighten himself and stretch a tad. Patting Momiji's shoulder, he let his hand drag over to dig into Nick's hair and give it a quick ruffle. He let a chuckle out, mumbling, "Batman," as he moved toward the luggage near the door.

Noticing the conversation on the couch, Holden gave a smirk as he rounded behind it, waving slightly as he nonchalantly greeted the two, "Evening Anna. Nice to meet you, Sunny." Indirectly helping people was something he prided himself in, at least somewhat. Not like he did it all the time, especially since the opportunity pretty much shoved itself out in the open. Holden scoffed at his own musings, shaking his head as he bent down to grab the luggage near the door. The heft of it was slightly surprising, but Holden made do and shifted it over his shoulder. With a gesture up the stairs, he called out to Momiji and Nick, "Let's get this done before the bonfire starts, eh?"