Ryuutaro would lie, saying he wasn't scared. Not as scared as he once would have been, but scared enough. But he knew he shouldn't be. He knew he should've learned by now and be stronger. He was stronger now...
But also trapped and locked into something, threatened to kind of suffocate with poison even combined about everything he was scared of. Trapped. Unable to breath. Poisoned.

Listening to Hayato helped banning the words out of his head, at least that.
He nodded, but his hands were still tightly clenching Hayato's clothes and did not seem like they'd relax anytime soon.

"I-i know... I'm... an expert about future, right...? Of course it'll be f-fine..."