[Kokichi makes sure to close the door behind them before he leads Shuichi further inside. He moves almost automatically, like his actions have a different goal, completely separated from the pout on his face or the nonsense he's babbling.]

Saihara-chan's so suspicious of me! After all I've done for you, too...

[That's...definitely debatable. Not in the sense that it's definitely wrong, but in the more literal sense that people could definitely have very different interpretations of how valid that is and have a healthy debate about it. But Kokichi drops the theatrics a moment later anyway, shrugging.]

But I guess you're right. I mean, I do wanna know, but it's important too! After all, what I wanna talk about, well...it's not something I should be sharing with anyone I can't 100% trust.

[This whole time, he's kept his grip on Shuichi's sleeve. And as they reach the far corner of the room, less likely to be heard by anyone trying to eavesdrop from the hall, he finally stops and turns to Shuichi. He looks down at that link between the two of them, almost thoughtful, and takes Shuichi's hand there with his free one.

And then his hand gripping the end of the sleeve abruptly tugs it up, the other hand angling Shuichi's wrist so he can look at the tally marks there.]