... If you were to leave, there's meaning in that.

[ Said in the most tired and irritated tone possible. Satoru throws his head to the backrest and slumps down on his seat, not retaliating to the kick and wide spreading his legs under the table. ]

I'm not. [ Firmly, before he lets out a body's worth of a sigh. ] I just don't know what's the best way to do this and I don't want to screw it up.

[ To soften the edge, when he has always been one to sharpen it. ]