There was a beat, an awkward pause, and then Nigredo reached with a stray hand to wipe at his eyes. He was past shame at this point to particularly care for his wounded pride. "I didn't really think past talking to you," he admitted. In an almost pitiful manner, he sniffled, clearing away both sinuses and the mind.

To scowl in sudden annoyance. The question brought to attention a duty unfulfilled. "And actually, I need to finish reading that journal I had last night. I wanted to return it to its owner yesterday." No bitterness toward Albedo, of course. Things just happened to fall in ways Nigredo should have expected and adjusted accordingly. Hopefully, Renamon was not in dire need of her journal. "I don't think I should play until then."

He sighed. The child hadn't done something casual in a long time; opting out proved disappointing. "I'm sorry."