[ Does Index really mean that much to him? He has to wonder about what he feels in his heart, and how it meshes with what little he has observed in her behavior. Perhaps she was just overcome with emotion at the hospital, thinking he was going to die, or be crippled for life. Who knows what crazy ideas the others or that frog-faced doctor put in her head, besides the instructions he had given him to lie to Index.
Touma slowly shifts his legs off of the couch and leans back into the cushion, hands loosely gripping his tummy. ] It's more...
I'm more worried about what she'll think of me, because I am not the Touma of the past, whom she met, and had some apparent adventure with, and who she--
[ A groan. God, his stomach is just unbearable. ] Ugh, I should stop thinking about it. [ Stamping that bloated feeling down a moment, he looks to her. ] Just know that I'm grateful to you, no matter what.