He's only briefly alarmed to feel that soft weight against his shoulder, wondering if Rokuro's passed out. It isn't that he doesn't anticipate the chance of such happening, but Tech is still relieved when the quiet words speak against the rain once again.

It's an odd position to be in. His brothers were never particularly touchy-feely, save for punches to the shoulders and shoving each other out of the way like nothing more than doors to get through, but that's how they showed camaraderie. Had it been any different when they were younger? It seems like so long ago. Tech looks over at the vague silhouette of Rokuro's head resting there against him as he soaks in those words.

An opportunity for discovery. Yes, this world was full of unknowns, and he'd have to make his own decisions. It's a potentially paralyzing thought, and yet Rokuro's already brought reassurance. None of them were here by choice. They were alone and at the same time not.

"Wise words," he observes quietly. "If I endeavor to follow this advice, wouldn't that still count as partial influence?" His face might not be easy to see, but there's a hint of a smile in his tone.