"Said I was fine," Sefton insisted, with a shake of his head. More than anything, he wanted to flee, but if he did so without properly excusing himself, there was a chance Kyouya would seek him out on the Plane to check on his condition or some other reason.

Absently, he wondered why the finest medical supplies of Kyouya's world would be kept inside a small-town gym, where they didn't even belong, but was more interested in ending the conversation than satisfying his curiosity at the moment. "But, uh... thanks. Sorry, too."