[ He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, scowling at the table. That is, in fact, something he almost overlooked, and may have handled differently if he had remembered the stupid touch condition earlier, but there's no point thinking about that now. ]

...I didn't think it was that fast. [ Oops. Inspires confidence, doesn't it? ] I wasn't alone, though. I talk to other people, too, you know.

[ He almost sounds a little offended about them thinking otherwise, even though he has spent pretty much his entire life proving that he did not, in fact, talk to other people in any noteworthy amount. ]

[ He grimaces slightly, pressing his legs closer together so that he can hopefully avoid touching Hange's dusty feet. They should clip their toenails soon, actually. They just keep unloading and he's... not even sure if he's supposed to say anything to all that. Maybe it's fine if he just lets them vent? ]

Getting caught up on what-ifs isn't like you. [ He finally grumbles. It's sounding kind of like that time they lost pastor Nick, and lost their nerve for a moment, thinking about how things could go wrong instead of making a decision to lead them forward despite it. What if he'd gotten eaten by a titan? That could also happen during any mission he went on, but they never acted like this over it. Granted, in those cases, they knew exactly where he was, so maybe that was the problem? ] I came back, so it doesn't matter.

[ He leans forward a little, reaching around Hange, almost if intending to pull them down or something, but instead he just retrieves a brown paper bag from behind them. ]

[ And slowly places it in their lap, as if it's his solution to everything. ]

[ (There's a peach in it.) ]