Fufu, I don't know what you mean. Plenty of thought goes into my words, as the scion to a huge financial conglomerate and an idol, as well.

[Everything he says matters! This is just the image he wants. Admire it. Ah, but his exhaustion is catching up to him, and it's clear that even just a little bit of pushing himself has him less stable on his feet. He's careful not to wobble into Reaper, but he does still and place a hand over his chest.]

But I understand well that sympathy isn't something to be desired. I meant more that you're simply you, and that I appreciate it. On top of that, you could always visit for tea and dance if you'd like. [He says it with an air of humor because he doubts Reaper will take him up on it, but. It's there.]

But all of this aside, can you help me find a seat somewhere? I feel like I might fall over at any moment, all of a sudden.