JK had no idea, did he? This wasn't a consultation. Ryusei was asking, and if JK wasn't answering definitely despite his seeming desire to help, then it must mean that he didn't have it. Why am I still here, then? If there was one—just one—good thing to come out of this newfound development, it was that Ryusei could claim that he didn't owe JK anything for information that JK hadn't procured. He'd say that, if it came to it.

Making her laugh just seemed like something Daimonji would do. It hadn't worked for him, but to be fair, that was because Kazashiro hadn't wanted to go to prom with him, no matter how many times he asked. But if Tomoko didn't want to forgive him, Ryusei might find himself in the same situation. Worse, even, if she could affect his physical body like this.

What else did Tomoko like? He knew, unfortunately. "Meteor," he said reluctantly. "That Meteor guy." He paused, then went to the table and sat down, folded his hands. "She asked me to help her find him, before she caught me."