[His serious-helpful-senior face falters, and he hides it by looking down at the platter, focusing on the serious question of which snack he should try next. It works for the few seconds it takes him to look sincere again when he glances up.]

Ah, I'm doing all right! Sorry about ditching the two of you last night, but I was starting to feel like the third wheel.

It's an adjustment for shinki like me, too, but we've got an advantage: this place is all we know.

[There's nothing to miss except their entire lives.

It's a lot to miss, actually, and it's been eating at him despite the way he tries to ignore it-- but dwelling won't help, talking it over won't help. And he doesn't want to make her help him with his problems, considering. Maybe he'll talk it over with Bakugou later; the kid's going to insist.]