[His hand clenches and unclenches more than a few times, and his lips twitch and shoulders jerk. He bites his knuckles and breathes heavily. Calm down. Shintaro touches his hands to his knees, and they bend––eventually, he's sitting on the floor.]

...It's fine.

[And he lays his back down onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling.]

You couldn't get my phone back. You couldn't help me, even if you wanted to.

You're powerless.

Just like me.