[ keigo could feel his shoulders tightening into a rigid stance the longer renji stuttered over this revelation. he almost looked guilty when renji made that demand of him, but he didn't protest; it would be embarrassing to go over, but he felt he owed renji that much.

as for the core of the issue, keigo nodded and slowly moved to sit down on the couch again. he lifted his gaze up for long enough to invite renji to join him, if he so desired. keigo felt so tired, standing seemed like too much. ]

Yeah. You know how Ishida is, I'm sure. He's never not certain about what he says. [ keigo stared at the floor, then snorted in a way that could almost be mistaken for fondness. ] If he had any doubts, he wouldn't have said it at all.