Suguru looks at her with a flat expression at what she thinks of as a stupid question, then sighs and walks around the bed. She is not going in for a hug, that just might the the final straw. She's too exhausted to deal with that.

"I'm going to sleep," she says, pushing back the blankets and climbing beneath them. It's not her preferred side of the bed, but it doesn't really matter. She does grab one of the pillows from the side of the bed Satoru is lounging on, and adds it to her pile of pillows. "Do whatever."

She doesn't expect to get to sleep with Satoru there, but it's something. A protest. She lays down, back to Satoru, only to sit back up a few seconds later.

"Really, Satoru? 'Why didn't you tell me?' You're going to ask that after everything I just said? When could I have told you?" She was the one who took care of the group, the one who got labeled the "mom" of the group, and none of the actual adults they dealt with had been trustworthy. Satoru wasn't around. And besides, she'd reached out about leaving plenty of times, and it never went anywhere.

She wants to throw a tantrum, but that feels insanely ridiculous even to her, so she awkwardly pulls off her robe, tosses it aside, and curls back up, pulling the blanket all the way up to her chin.