My head sort of turns on it's own, mirroring Shoutarou's pained angle, only without the benefit of someone tugging on my ear to facilitate it.

Then again, it's not like I can exactly blame Philip for his action. shoutarou is an odd duck, that's for sure. I suppose Philip keeps him in line, or Fuuto would probably be crying a lot more, if they're the city's only means of protection.

Then Philip is walking away, and I lift a hand to wave good-bye. Shoutarou seems to think I'd be insulted by the sudden end to the conversation, but really, you can only spend so much time with robots before you start to think like them. We had nothing more to say to each other, so the conversation is over.

"It's fine. You should probably catch up with him." I restrain myself from making a shooing motion.