[ Shinichi's giving the other boy all of his focus, listening to his words with severity. It certainly reflects his own experience here so far — he hasn't even actively been trying to find a way home yet, because... other things have happened. Things to focus on. He hasn't bumped into any monsters like some of the others have spoken about, but.... he has found a few people who need some help. ]

I understand. This place.... it seems like it has its own rules, and a lot going on. I've heard about some of the dangers... and truthfully, I haven't had much time to try to find a way back, either.

[ There's a weird guilt needling in him to voice those words aloud, something to add to the stomachache he's gotten pretty used to consistently hosting. Shouldn't he be trying to get home as desperately as possible? He's the only one who can help with the aliens.... He has so many people to protect. The thought makes him wilt a little, upset with himself, fingers rubbing anxiously against the sides of his jeans. But it's about that time that the other teen's body language and demeanour seems to... change, like it's re-adjusting itself. It strikes Shinichi to see, a counter to the way his own shoulders are slumped forward; it's so easy for him to fall into his own discouragement.

But seeing the way the other boy's standing, looking, smiling.... There is something shockingly reassuring to it all, something Shinichi's not used to seeing. He's staring widely at the other teen for a moment before he's giving his head a fervent shake. ]

Ah— no, please, it's all right. You don't have anything to be sorry about, Midoriya-san....! It sounds like there's been a lot for you to worry about here, and it definitely isn't just on your shoulders. I need to do better, too....

And I can help you find things out!