[There are far worse things he could be doing, at least. Like murder.

She could let go of Alex's hand now, but seeing as she's already holding it and it's sort of comforting to hold on to something, she doesn't. Her thumb taps idly against the side of his hand as she thinks this over, her conversation with Ogata still weighing on her strangely, like trying to carry something heavier at one end than the other.] Y'know, he taught me how to waltz the first time we met. He was kinda grumpy but I had no idea it was...

[It's just that no one has ever called me their friend before.

A small shrug as she gives up on trying to describe Ogata's deal eloquently.] Like that.