Seto is entirely silent as he waits for the fallout to unfold, shoulders just a little more hunched in. He's just admitted how broken he is, how...off balance he is, and that's either pitiful or disgusting. The unease is off the charts...

At least, until he listens. And maybe this is why he chose to reveal this to them...their circumstances may not be the same, but maybe they understand being set apart. Being forged by pain, and having to fight back from that.

He unfolds slowly, lifting his gaze to theirs...and nods, leaning back against the wall of the tub. He feels relief, a small piece of that burden lifted.

"I'm learning the finer points of being part of a group," he agrees easily. "I appreciate the understanding...and maybe you're right. A middle finger his way with every step."