[ the gardener. he thinks that yachi's making a point, but he doubts that he'd be of any help to them at all - last time he checked, the gardener never liked to talk about anything else beyond his flowers and the fact that they shouldn't worry so much about finals.

and as far as he knows, despite all the fights, and the fact that someone just died in the cafeteria that day, none of the staff seems to care .... no, that's not right. a crime has just been committed in the cafeteria; surely someone will come? someone will help?

yachi isn't being as unresponsive as before, however, and her worrying about whether or not she was right or wrong about the janitor is better than just watching her cry, so at the very least, even if kei thinks it's not really worth the effort - he nods. ]

There might be something in that.

We'll ask. [ he looks her over, and hands the last bit of kleenex that he'd taken from the caf to her. ] But not right now. [ rather simply, ] I'm worried about you. Oikawa is running after everyone else, trying to make sure nobody's alone or hurt.

It might be better if we just rest for a bit, and then we'll see what we can find out about this ... this murder.

[ because that's what it was, really, even if the word gives him chills as soon as he'd said it. they're staying in a school that's capable of murdering its own for no discernable reason. it makes his heart beat crazy in fear and his palms sweat even as he'd balled them into fists earlier. ]