Nataku fell silent, studying the flower in his hands. There were a lot of things he wanted to speak to Homura about, and he hadn't really given much thought as to where he should begin.

When he'd asked it had been with the vague intention of joining the History Club. Last night had gone just fine, all things considered but he was aware of his goal for the night existing only because Homura had pointed out a place to find weapons. He hadn't asked or ordered, and Nataku hadn't felt obliged just...directionless.

He'd never had to think about the future before. He was trying now, but he couldn't say he wanted much of anything in the long run. Homura was very different.

"...Will you tell me more about yourself?"