That was that, then; they'd need to do some proactive poking around to learn any more. Next.

What was next? Naturally, the question of lodgings. Ryusei couldn't stay here, not when he'd be ousting Kengo from his bed. "Kengo... can I stay here... on your couch until I can get myself...."

Until Ryusei could get himself some things. Some information. Situated. ... Made a new home for himself, whatever that meant. Focus. "I'll pay you back," he continued, softly.