[ while he doesn't quite detect the diversity between the previous atmosphere and the one presently sparked by her modest display of mirth, he's marginally a bit more at ease. his expression relaxing, whether she could visibly see it through the line or not being inconsequential to the motion. ] ...

[ this time, he allows a small semblance of humor to escape him. if just brief and transitory. barely even longer than a single syllable. ] You're pretty bad at this, huh? [ plus, while he won't express it, it was sort of a breath of fresh air to see he isn't the only one who falls victim to being socially inelegant. at least on occasion. this wasn't actually on the same breath or scale, but regardless, there was vague, nearly elusive kinship from that. ]

I don't think it could have been helped. Besides— [ he defaults back to his usual tone. ] You're probably the only I could trust to say something good about this dump. [ because, for yamato... whether it was the mansion or home, everything seemed bleak.

he always reckless and in a rush. so sometimes seeing another perspective was... refreshing? if that could be the word. ]