[He snorts, not with any particular amusement, shoulders hunching as his hands curl around his cup.]

C'mon, man, they don't care about me that much.

[But he feels pretty shitty letting that spill out in his agitation . . . even though it's surely true. A stupid sentiment, though. Would anyone really "care about him" to leave their entire world and friends and family behind? Is that even something he'd ask of anyone? Even in the depths of despair, he knows he wouldn't.

So he sighs, trying to shake off his mood—it's hard, though. There's no good, happy answer to any of this.]

Kirigiri—I like her . . . I mean, I really like her, and I guess she likes me at least as a friend, y'know? But we still barely know each other. And—look, back home, between me and my classmates, stuff was kinda complicated.

[To say the least. No, really. He's saying as little as possible on that matter for now.]

. . . And I don't think Togami likes anything or anyone. I guess we're friends, but, you'd know if you knew him.