Very obviously, the consensus was that Alfons needed to talk with Hughes as soon as humanly possible. The problem was that the man seemed to be more than engrossed in his own problems, with a fight nearly breaking out and some... rather unsavory-looking people with him. Not that Alfons wasn't completely certain that the older man could handle himself, but it still made the blond raise an eyebrow.

But back to the present company, he forced himself to nod. Really, that was all he could do. If this was all true, then logic just didn't have any place in it. And if that was true? There was no point in arguing much of anything. He'd just have to talk to Maes later on, and get all of this straightened out. Somehow.

The German rested his other hand on top of Elena's, gently squeezing back as he tried to order his thoughts. Hard to do, when he had apparently missed an entire night, but it was still something that he had to do. "I'm... I guess I shouldn't be surprised by that, hearing that he was worried. The more I think about it, the more I'm sure he was trying to help me, and I was being foolish for pushing him away like I did."

He didn't know it, of course, but Alfons was making the exact same conclusions as he had the night before. But, oblivious to this, he softly smiled as he asked, "Could both of you promise that what you're saying is the truth? I know it sounds weird, me asking this, but Mr. Hughes is- was, rather- one of the very few in this place that I know and I think I can trust. So if he were to be upset with me, it'd leave me in quite the state."

"And I don't suppose either of you have an explanation for why I suddenly decided that hugging a demonic girl was a good decision?" A sheepish sort of expression at that, as in the light of day even Alfons saw that as a remarkably stupid choice.