[ a moment passes where shou is keenly looking at him as if assessing whether or not he knows that his statement is blatantly false, but seeing as how he looks genuine... shou doesn't bother pointing it out. instead, he reaches out for one of the tall mocktails he was given before the ice in it melts: something blue and yellow with pineapple stars in it. ]

It is more comfortable without them, yes. [ the geta, he means. ] But it's been difficult to relax here anyway, so I thought I may as well participate to pass the time.

[ it's quite the bare-faced admission even though he's not giving off the impression that he's overly affected by being here. ]