[ The grumbling ebbs the seriousness away for the moment, and Makoto almost laughs. It just feels... normal? For the briefest of moments. ]

Really? What things? [ The conversation shifts, has Makoto subtly glancing around. ] Unless you'd rather tell me later?

It is. [ He nods. He knows Tenn is right. Hamelin or not, this is part of the game. It's his exact concern in worrying. If Tenn remembers the calmer, more serious demeanor from Makoto that was more common before this week --that's what washes over him now when he sits up a little straighter. ]

But I'm not going to play it, if I can help it. Not the way he wants us to.