The sincere offer of help made Kengo smile, the expression crossing his face before he even realized what he was doing. Maybe it was due to how tired he was, or the fact that he'd come to trust the other so much. Everyone seemed to gradually work their way closer to him. First, it had been Yuki, then Gentarou, now Ryusei... It wasn't a bad feeling at all to have that sort of tie to other people. Part of him wondered why he fought it so much, but his pride rarely allowed him to lower his guard.

"I want to be here in case there are any problems. It's not that I don't trust you..." Kengo tilted his head as if to stretch it, closing his eyes again for a moment. Should he admit how uncomfortable he felt entrusting the tactical side of Fourze to someone else? Sakuta had good ideas and instincts -- as good as his own -- but it felt as though surrendering that role would be giving up everything.

Turning his body a bit, Kengo grabbed for one of the pillows from the table, standing up and starting over to one of the chairs. "I don't trust him to stay out of trouble."