Even in the minute or less it took Ryusei to get everything back to normal, Kengo had closed his eyes and relaxed against the table, looking more ready to fall asleep than anything else. For everything that the club members had brought to the Hatch, Kengo was surprised that no one had brought anything resembling a bed. It made him wonder how the rest of the station had been set up in the time that it was a full complex. Being alone in the Hatch had always made him uncomfortable now, but he couldn't imagine the feeling of being in a larger complex, alone, with no direct route home. It seemed... immensely lonely.

When Ryusei spoke, Kengo lifted his head and pushed himself upright, rubbing his sleeve across his eyes for a moment. "I told him I wasn't feeling well." It was both the truth and a lie, a bit of each one. Now that he was here with the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, he wondered if the infirmary would have been a better choice. ... no. There was still work he could be doing.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you're working so hard." Saying that much almost made him feel embarrassed. Ryusei really had been working hard ever since joining the club and... despite all of the issues Kengo had initially had with him.