[He can tell by Noct rubbing at his eyes that it's not the time to correct him and explain that he has been to funerals, to far too many of them, and that his family deals with them so frequently they're more of a chore than anything else. He simply acknowledges the comment with a glance, and then gives him the space he might need by looking back out to the water while he writes that message.

He'll still catch it eventually with the corner of his eye, as small as it is, since he did learn some English throughout school.]

There's no need to apologize. [Not to him, definitely.] There may be these shared traditions between certain cultures, but each individual processes something like death differently, don't they? [He's still looking out at the water, minding Noct's privacy this much.]

Even someone as "weird" as me can understand that.