[He's not prepared for the hint of tears brightening Sion's gaze - doesn't know what to do with that or how to diffuse them, and so he tries not to withdraw physically from them. Opting instead to clear his throat at the sincere words, he can only nod an agreement and drop his gaze to watch Sion's hand rest where he'd let it go.

The words, both given and received, still do not feel like enough to clear the debt between them so far as Kanda's concerned - but he's grown enough not to voice that now, at any rate.

Because he's sure, given the strain of emotion behind Sion's understanding and affirmation about his own future, that the admission would be ill received.

Instead, he jostles the other back with a short bark of laughter, before his gaze betrays him, automatically cutting up towards the bridge before darting back, as if to cover the slip.]

So it seems, at least for now.

[He pauses at that, then attempts to deflect from the cryptic words by focusing the next on Sion himself.]

Though this doesn't make me like the Company any more, you can request us for a contract any time. And no, social dinners do not count as contracting unless there's soba involved.

[That's right, Sion. He still eats it three meals a day. Nothing's going to take his soba from him.]