Ayumu breathed out in what was almost a sigh. "Sometimes I don't understand you, Robin-han," she admitted, quietly, sounding a little uncertain.

Now that he was no longer acting quite so suspicious she relaxed a little, her expression no longer quite so upset despite her confusion. She brought the journal she'd had tucked under one arm up in front of herself, though, folding her arms across it as though it could act as a shield against any more accusations.

"Sometimes you act like you want to be around me but when I get close it seems to upset you." She tilted her head to one side slightly, giving him a mildly puzzled look. "Is...is there something wrong?"