[Watching him turn on his side to face him again, Ryuji is right where he was a few moments ago, not having changed much other than his hand curled up under the pillow so that he wasn't encouraged to move it or do things out of anxiety- he can never really seem to keep very still.

But hearing him even say Haru's name come out of his mouth, he feels a sense of responsibility that always been intangible, in a way. More than just friendship. They were, after all, thick as thieves.

And then, as if they've reached a mutual level of understanding, his lips pour out a sentence that he probably should never have on his lips to begin with. Chances are, though, that Haru hasn't said anything about this specific thing, and he's going to mess this up.]

Yeah... I mean, guy... was a dick, but he didn't deserve what Akechi did to him.

[And then, finally, he can't take the way Hinata is looking at him as he starts to say that he wishes he were like him. Ryuji seriously doesn't think that he's a very admirable person to want to be like, so he just frowns to himself at that.]

I guess it just kinda comes natural when you give up caring what people want you to be. [He bites the inside of his cheek.] Kinda funny, sometimes I think I want to be more like you. More reserved and thoughtful.

[And then, as if he'd been holding it into his chest, he gives in. Tonight's a night of honesty.]

And not a criminal? There's that, too.