[ He hums in thought, looking down at her leaning against him. There is no good solution, she's right. But he can't help but get the feeling that getting ahead of the narrative before it's forced on them might be the right move, but the distinct lack of an idea of how it'll go down gives him a great deal of pause. ]

... At the very least, it may be worth having some sort of number on our side should anything come to pass. [ His lips purse into a thin line, as he thinks about Ayaka's conversation with Homura on Tuesday.

At the mention of Sabo, though, he places his hand on her knee, in an attempt to help ground her from whatever he can assume she's seeing right now. ]

Where was the rest of him? If you know?

[ why did they play basketball with his head........... should've been on the bulls.... ]