Hah. Now you're begging me to ask for clarification on who you're with.

[It's a good-natured reply, more or less letting Asch get away with how much he implied if he doesn't want to talk about it.

He is absolutely pretending not to notice that the redhead is avoiding looking at a lot of him (he's not sporting a hard-on or anything, so really he just thinks it's kind of amusing), humming and staring out the train window.]

I'm still coming to the end of my decision, but you could say that. [He thinks he could count the features outside, define where they loop...] Most of the time I still don't know what to do with it. Sometimes, I think it's an illusion and I'm going to blink and be right back where I was before I got here.

[Judging by his expression, it wasn't a fun time.]

Anyway, I'm not here to depress you with that shit. Though I guess we're both stuck until this line fixes itself, huh?