[She may be putting his hand on her heart, but there's also a boob there. It's enough to startle Hinata out of the monotone he'd been threatening to dip into, the dispassionless tone that hints that the person who'd been bored of everything still lurks there, not very far beneath the surface.

His hand stays very, very still, and his eyes search her face again, brows knitting in a sympathetic pain as he shakes his head.]

Roxy, you misunderstand. It's not that I'm unhappy here, it's that... the things I did, the things all of us did under Enoshima's influence... we have to atone for that. The world is on the right path to recovery after the events of The Tragedy, but there's still so much more that has to be done.