[He'd have waited there for however long it took, unwilling to press things, but once invited there's only a moment's hesitation before Michi steps carefully forward, setting down the water bottle offering near Haruka before sinking down to the ground, knees pulled up to his chest.]

I dunno. Probably not. I really dunno.

[He's repeating himself, but it's not clear if he realizes that or not. His eyes focus first on Haruka, then flick back over to rest on some of the myriad supplies that Haruka's assembled. It seemed easier when he just thought he should do this than actually saying it, but that's been the case for basically everyone he's talked to. They're all going to die. It shouldn't matter.

But that just makes it matter more, anyway.]

But, uh. Look... thanks. For everything.

[He could stop there, but he doesn't. Once he starts, he finds the words just start flowing.]

I know it wasn't by choice that we shared the same demon username. That didn't have to mean anything. It didn't to some people! But... this would have been a lot harder to deal with if we hadn't all stuck together.