[ He rolls his shoulders, not a shrug, but something different. As though if he rolls them hard enough, this strange weight he's been carrying around will slip right off of them. ]

I don't know. [ a scoff, and for once he truly looks his age. ] They say things, sometimes, and they make me think that maybe something else is there… something more. But then I remember that they're like that with everyone, I'm not special or different, but the attention still makes me act as though I'm a teenager with some kind of crush.

[ The word is said with such disdain, that it's almost surprising a plume of smoke doesn't accompany that, too. He's a grown man, why on earth would he have a crush. He's never had time for that sort of thing, never been interested. The pause gives him a chance to glance up at the sky, before he turns back to Nanami and adds; ] Which, I don't, by the way. That's why I'm confused.