Kyousuke hadn't been expecting to be called out to himself, and the combination of the dark and having his thoughts elsewhere made it jarring, and he found himself tensing a little. He turned to face a man... carrying a chair, which the boy eyed dubiously, but chose not to comment on.

"... Fine," he answered automatically. It was true, in the sense that he didn't think he'd given much cause for concern, but he knew better than to simply leave it at that. That he was here, and not at home where he should be, was definitely not okay.

He paused for a small moment, considering how he should mention this, but he'd never been very good at delicacy, nor was it time to be worrying about appearances, so he could only ask plainly: "... Where is this?" It probably sounded questionable, but right now, all he wanted was an answer.