[ now, john's torn between suspecting that she definitely meant to discreetly warn him or-- forgot that he can speak japanese, or. his smile tightens, briefly, as he considers addressing that; thankfully, though, sakura's successfully dug herself out of that rabbit hole he dug.

actually, though, he's tired of sitting up. scooting a bit away from her to better give her space, and then clutching his hat to his head, he ends up flopping backward to lay back down on the grass. he raises a hand into the air, ticking off his fingers. ]

Yep! Three. Two younger sisters and a younger bro. [ hmm. ] They're all pretty unruly [ no, he means "we." the becket siblings are all unruly in differing aspects ], but the one that's nineteen—we're the closest in age—she's matured a lil' in recent months, I hear. I dunno, it's kinda hard to keep in contact with 'em all.

[ ... which. he knows he doesn't have a leg to stand on compared to a tohsaka child that's fallen entirely off the radar; heck, he doesn't even know if sakura attempts to keep in touch with her parents.

regardless, even if he doesn't realize it, it's just a bit of a retrospec thing. ]

Busy. Things just go like that too, I guess.