Mitsuru turned to look at Fuuka, offering the young woman a rare but sincere smile. She could always count on Yamagishi to pick up what she meant, and to take up a challenge so willingly. Living with someone who no longer remembers you... her expression tensed a moment, the painful memory of how Minato had to live with that same situation, but pushed it away. Now was not the time.

"I appreciate your volunteering, Yamagishi. I'll get my team to work on that toni--"

"W-wait a second!!"

Pausing midsentence, Mitsuru turned to see Junpei sitting up in bed completely, his face a brilliant red, even though the rest of him was getting deathly pale.

"Y-you're... y-you're gonna ... F-Fuuka-san and me in the same apartment?!"

Oh god, you could see the steam coming out his ears, as well as the total shock. Oooh god, oh god L-living in the same apartment as a girl?! He... h-how could he do that? It was one thing to have a dorm or somethin' but an apartment meant s-sharing a f-futon o-or the bath tub or...

Realising he was panicking infront of three women, he swallowed it down, trying to get his voice level again-- though it cracked here and there. He was feeling kinda light headed too.

"I-I mean, uh I-I-I appreciate it, b-but y'know, I-I don't wanna... im...pose..."

Really... lightheaded. So much so that some of the monitors around him reacted as he fell back against his pillow, suddenly overcome by nausea. S-shit, this was humiliating...!