He sighs. Make Sora trade something of his so that Masaomi can shatter a set of expensive china? He's not doing that, certainly not after their depressing game of show and tell.

"Forget it." One joint at a time, he unfolds himself from his fetal position, rises to his feet. "Let's just hit the gym."

A beat, as he realizes he might be assuming too much.

"If you want."