Kengo hadn't been so lucky about keeping a straight face. There was a slight flinch that crossed his face when Ryusei touched him again, the same internal voice that had spoken earlier scolded him for his thoughts of grabbing at the other. As soon as Ryusei took the Switch, Kengo dropped his hand back to his lap. Distracting himself with the sheets on the bed seemed like the next best thing to do, especially if he was going to attempt to sleep, so Kengo busied himself with tugging at them while he spoke.

Was he worried? Of course he was worried. "You don't need to update me unless there's something you need, but I don't want you to be afraid to ask. I'll stay here for awhile." While Kengo knew more details about what he was going to be doing, he felt it was best not to say for fear of looking too weak. He was careful with moving the sheets, wondering if the slightest movement would cause him to have another pain. It seemed better now, but sometimes he couldn't predict them at all.

Kengo perked his head back up at the offer, thinking it over for a moment. Refusing any sort of help was usually his style, but... Ryusei was genuinely worried, even if it was because of some sort of projection from lingering issues in his past. "It might help..." He was contradicting what he'd said earlier, but if it would help Ryusei to feel as though he was making some sort of difference, then...