[He keeps tight hold of the mask, without even much effort; the sparkle in his eyes doesn't sharpen to a glitter. But he pats the back of Ren's wrist, firmly, for a few moments: kiss. The centre of his palm is still wet.]

Oh, I'm sure you are. And in fairness, it's not as if you're uninvolved. It's natural that you'd support them. [And he takes his hand away. Really, Ren, like he wouldn't keep his word—on this, at least. Though, in his mind, he's borne Ren back against the platform wall, to let the whole world see them, cameras and all.]

But I really can't be late. I've missed so much school lately, with one thing and another. I'll see you soon, yes?