[You know what? This is fine. He leaves his head right where it is, letting her touch his hair, not pushing for any more closeness than this but not wanting to break the contact, either. As long as he's not driving her further along the road to getting sick on his couch, this is pretty comfortable.

He sighs, though, sobering a little.]

. . . I don't even know who "they" is. Is this even a CERES thing? I'm used to blamin' everything on them, but they didn't shove us into the jungle that time. They didn't shove me into the sewer either . . . we've got way too many people jerkin' us around, huh? I'm sick of it! It's like—everywhere we turn, it's just people screwing us around and trying to manipulate us!

[It's been like that for longer than he's been in Cerealia, too. And now he knows it was the same for her.]

Just like Enoshima. And—that guy I saw in your memory. Adachi. What a fuckin' asshole . . .