It was really a struggle not to smile at the faces Minako kept making at the medicine. Fortunately, Shinjiro persevered with what he hoped was no traces of the softer emotion on his face. It would be an awkward explanation, to be sure, and not one that was needed right here and now. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the leader, his eyebrows raising up until they disappeared entirely under the brim of his beanie.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" he asked, a mild edge of surprise tinging his voice. Truly, he didn't know.

Even as he spoke, his eyes were darting around for a sign of— something. The others, a Shadow, whatever there might be. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy spending time with her— far from it— but... there was a "but" there, but he wasn't sure how to define it. Just a vague feeling of some kind of anticipation whenever he was around her. Good? Bad? Who could say.