[ There is the very soft sound of him clicking his tongue. His expression almost slips to a neutral one as Sakura looks away. He feels his shoulders lower and head tilt as he watches her gestures -- both big and small. Kei feels his smile twisting and closes his eyes. I'm tired. I'm just a little tired, that's all.

His smile settles for something that could be interpreted as warm. ]

Of course, he isn't. He also has that wonderful new cat of his to keep him company when his friends aren't able to, right?

[ He feels laughter crawling up his throat. It makes him draw back a little. The guilt slithers up instead to violently wrap around him instead. Right. Kei refocuses his gaze on Sakura and she doesn't seem to notice. Such a thing should make him feel sick, and it does. It does. It does. ]

He has something that he wants to make. He has a goal in mind. That's admirable. [ His back feels strained. ] You... you really care about Oda-kun, don't you, Sakura? Someone that you like, perhaps? [ The guilt makes him dizzy, but somehow, he has to ask. Of course, he has to ask. What about May? A beat. May rejected my assistance. She wishes to do things her own way, regardless if she suffers or not. And so, I will leave her to her decisions. Neither saving nor helping her until she asks. ]