"You're not really the type to slack," Midousuji responds, immediately taking Ishigaki too literally. Because autism. "Maybe a bit prone to getting lost."

As the walk, Midousuji isn't looking at Ishigaki, his finger absently hooked at the edge of his mask, kind of as a place to just tuck it cuz it's cozy, though it looks like Midousuji might be preparing to take off his mask at any given point. It's just a fidget.

"The way you think is like that. Meandering. Big. Too big. You consider too much, and you think about too many types of things. Then, a lot of your thought process is emotional, on top of you having such a complex tree system of any one thought. When emotions get involved with decision making, it becomes difficult."

Midousuji glances at Ishigaki through the corner of his eyes, a bit too skittish to face him fully, given the nature of what he's divulging. It's maybe a little personal for Midousuji, despite how it sounds like it's solely revealing for Ishigaki.

"I think you only thought more clearly with me around you all the time because I can easily tunnel my focus. I shed emotional reasoning, and the options left bare without their more sensitive 'what-if' aspects, you tend to see that I'm right, even if you sometimes don't like it."

Midousuji tilts his head, rolling his eyes and his crown away from Ishigaki, indeed now feeling a bit shy.

"...and in turn... Gross... You probably don't even know it, do you? It's recent, but... you sometimes provide clarity where I need it, because I don't understand those things... So, it's a balance."

The implication, being, that perhaps—they're both a bit off balance without the other to anchor them. Symbiotic. Midousuji's eyes narrow. He hasn't the stomach to admit it out loud so directly.

Shit. Why did he say that, actually... Well, it makes sense, because Midousuji wants Ishigaki to resume cycling... or to stay in Kyoto. Is it bargaining? Manipulation?

Maybe. But it's also true. That's why he's revolted.