"I'll manage somehow," he says, not even really processing what he's saying because it's so far from reality. He assumes the frustration in Aerith's tone is utter distaste at having to act like she likes him. Well. Fair enough.

"It does. We need to spread a believable enough story no one is going to take reports of your being here seriously." Knowing she hates it, he ruffles her hair before holding an arm out to her. "You can get me back by picking our cover next time. Dear."