[He sits nearly silent in the ambiance of them bickering over doughnut flavors, slowly making his way through about half of his crepe before carefully folding the paper back up over and around it in favor of setting it down. By the time Makoto makes her declaration of it being a school night, he's folded both arms over the table and is leaning on them, clearly fading but determined to listen anyway. He sits up specifically straighter when Makoto addresses him, stretching his shoulders up and backward, and shuffles out of the seat to allow Ann to get up as well.]

It's best to not wait until the last train, they can sometimes be crowded. [He notices both Ryuji's grumbling and Haru giving Yusuke snacks, and his throat closes up around a desire to say something he doesn't ever quite figure out how to put together. It helps that Akira calls him out on being tired, because he turns a light snipe on him, instead.] Forgive me for struggling to adjust to being undead.