Shoeless, bleeding from the nose, and only a breath away from crying, Rokuro looks the picture of someone who has partied way too hard, so he shouldn't stand out too much from other rebels crawling back to their rooms after a (too) eventful night on the town.

Head down, Rokuro isn't really paying attention to where they are going, more concerned with putting one foot in front of the other as Tech leads him to safety. So much for 'relief'. If anything, Rokuro might be in worse shape than he started. And now he's in his head, worrying about the scene he may have caused both in the bar and outside of it, and whether or not he ruined Tech's chance to relax by being so troublesome.

"I am sorry." Almost too quietly. If they were anywhere other than a near-empty hallway it's unlikely Tech would hear him.