...X was too obvious about his thoughts and feelings, wasn't he. And he was so good at showing such absurdly intense worry for his friends, enough that Zero could practically feel the worry radiating off of him. It seemed like he did this every day since showing up in this place...though perhaps Zero shouldn't be so surprised. Even though the X he knew from his own time was much different, he remembered how X used to be in some way...and he had never, ever lost his concern for the people he cared about.

Nevertheless, it made Zero frown, seeing how X reacted to the sight of the crutches. The worry was not necessary. He was fine...really.

"They're mine," he confirmed, plain and simple, as if answering any old question. He stared at his friend, saying nothing else for a moment. But then, he decided to turn the conversation back around, as it should be. "...You didn't answer my question."