[Sousuke dips his head in quiet acceptance of all of it. But at the apology, he merely closes his eyes, dismissing the attempt.]

You told me what you could.

[That’s really all they have to go on right now. Whatever they’ve been told and can glean, whatever they can speculate and try to figure out. He glances to the side when he hears scuffing hair, a brow arching at the sheepish little smile. Hn, he wonders if Makoto normally shows that smile to everyone.]

Aa. Maybe the next time we meet will have better circumstances.

[The first time being when Sousuke’d not been in a great mood and this time right after everything caught fire. After a few moments, he quietly adds something else as he averts his gaze.]

...I’m still not praying to you.