"... it's a really stupid reason." Kengo gave a nervous smile again as he sat up a bit straighter, leaning back in his seat. He let the food drop from his hands back onto the surface of the table as he laced his fingers together and stretched. Moving around was one of the signs that he was uncomfortable with the current topic, even though he wouldn't readily admit something like that. How was he supposed to admit something like feeling closer to his father and fulfilling his father's dream by fighting for him? There had to be a nicer way to say it.

Tilting his head to the side, Kengo dropped his hands to the table once more. "I'm protecting people because my father couldn't. Fighting for people who can't fight. ... though I guess now people are fighting for me because I can't." That particular comment still made him upset. It was nice that he had met Gentarou and Ryusei and everyone else, but there were times when it truly bothered him that he couldn't be the one wearing the suit, fighting for his father's sake. More and more often, however, it was becoming easier to deal with. Friends made the burden lighter.

When Ryusei asked his second question, Kengo waved one hand a bit. "I didn't see the point in talking about it. Something like that isn't important, so don't worry. We'll only need to think about it if Meteor decides to put up with us." He picked his food back up. "I just want to know if he knew my father or what his connection to him is."