[of course the conversation picks up from their texts and it's a little jarring at first. he glances between aizawa and the view past the glass windows as he listens silently.

he's right, but that doesn't make things any easier. it takes him a moment to come up with words to say something in response, his hands pocketed away to keep himself from fidgeting.]

I don't have any grand ideas about it. I've never even really thought about it until they approached me to come here. I thought if I didn't care then it would be easy. [he hesitates, looking over to aizawa finally.]

Do you think any of this will matter?