[It... would have been too much to expect, wouldn't it, for Mikleo not to bring it up, as much as Sorey might have wished otherwise. It had been something easily explained, during those fake lives of theirs, something known.
Not that it ever was anything else, even if he might have fooled himself into thinking Mikleo was unaware of it. He'd noticed, of course he had, the way Mikleo was always there, looking out for him when he couldn't, quite more literally than ever before. He'd known what it meant, but hoped- no, decided that it'd be fine, that he'd get used to it, that he wouldn't say a word, so Alisha would never have a reason to feel guilty over it. He shouldered it without a word, kept his silence even around his oldest friend... and never really needed to, as it's apparent, now.
For a long moment, he says nothing at all, mouth pressed together in a tight line uncharacteristic to him, looking away.
Then, he nods.]
It's fine. I'm almost used to it, now.
[He's not about to lie about it, like this - couldn't, not when asked outright. Keeping a secret is one thing, but lying? He can't do that, especially not with Mikleo.]