And it takes seconds for his expression to steel itself into something impassive.

"Nothing." And he takes the few seconds of pause following to swallow down the piece of meat held between his chopsticks. "Just tired."

Which, at least, isn't a lie. He is tired. The exhaustion had settled in over the past three weeks and hadn't yet gone away.

"In fact," he says, pushing back his chair, "I think I'm gonna go to bed."

He didn't want to think about Aki anymore. Or any of them. Not like that would ever happen though.