The running thread continued: the available information was insufficient. Even if he were to choose to dismiss Sora-san, he could not imagine that every single other patient, that the previous leaders of the club had all been inept. What it provoked in him was disbelieving frustration that so little had been ascertained in Sora-san's month in the institute. Would he also have to spend days that became weeks, and weeks months, in order to scrape out the tiniest parcels of useful information?

Uryuu was no stranger to having to remain patient during long waits with no end in sight; it had been years before a shinigami appeared. He struggled with the initial swell of dissatisfaction, managing to keep it (almost completely) from his face. With Sora-san's grin, the effort disappeared, having to refocus to keep him from looking too discombobulated. After a month, that the guy could have a smile so wide and so genuine. Definitely reminiscent of--

"There's no need to thank me," Uryuu once more reached to adjust his glasses. "I'll benefit from it as well." A beat, during which his hand (again) fell, and he had to look at Sora-san without the motion as a barrier. "As for whether it will last, only time can tell."

Somehow, it didn't sound exactly as he'd wanted it to; or, perhaps, throwing out the cool, distancing words in answer to that sincerity left him on edge. To cover, he pushed back the chair, intending to stand. "Then, I think we're done here." He looked, without quite meaning to, over to the televisions and gaming consoles. Back to Sora-san, inclining his head. "I'll look for your posting."