"I know." He's really not certain of what else to say, standing awkwardly like a child on the schoolyard, trying to make friends but uncomfortable in his own skin enough that he can't see how to be comfortable enough to put others at ease. He wishes he could.

He wishes he could just burn it all down, stage a revolt, an escape, anything. But they have Jet. They have Jet, and they have Sam, and he can't be the reason that they suffer further.

"I... Well. As I said, Haruto and I are friends, from similar teams in fact. If you need to talk..." He still wants to try, though, to keep reaching out.