[In truth... she can understand that. There's a certain satisfaction that comes from finding truth where it's been hidden, in collecting bits of information just for the sake of having it, because you never knew when it might be useful. When it might connect to something else, and something else yet. If it was simply the game that interests him, then, well, she can understand being disappointed to have someone ignore the rules and drop it all, unearned, unasked-for.
Ayumu doubts that he's nearly as upset as she is at giving such information without hesitation; she'd had no intention at all of telling him about Susumu or anything of what she'd done back home, no matter how much he'd pried. But if he's telling the truth, if he takes no satisfaction in it — and she suspects that he is telling the truth, difficult as he can be to read — then perhaps she can at least listen to him.]
Mm. I suppose.
[For a moment her study of him is just a little too intent to suit her current pretense, eyes narrowing slightly as she considers his words. Then she turns away again, moving to finish sweeping off the section of the porch she hadn't finished yet.]
no subject
Ayumu doubts that he's nearly as upset as she is at giving such information without hesitation; she'd had no intention at all of telling him about Susumu or anything of what she'd done back home, no matter how much he'd pried. But if he's telling the truth, if he takes no satisfaction in it — and she suspects that he is telling the truth, difficult as he can be to read — then perhaps she can at least listen to him.]
Mm. I suppose.
[For a moment her study of him is just a little too intent to suit her current pretense, eyes narrowing slightly as she considers his words. Then she turns away again, moving to finish sweeping off the section of the porch she hadn't finished yet.]
What is it that you don't like, Homura-san?