["Worse for wear" is his default state, much of the time, and he'll be damned if he lets himself start showing just how much his ribs hurt so soon after she looked at him like she would start crying and not stop. That's for both of their sakes, or at least, so Shinjiro believes— she doesn't need to worry about him any longer, and he doesn't need to cause any more unnecessary stress. It's fine like this.

But oh, are his buttons still easy to push, as he instantaneously scowls deeper than usual and looks staunchly away from her for that bit about the apron.]

Give me a break... I can't go outside like that.

[Grumble mumble, don't tease him, the usual. It gives him a new (and yet not so new) pain in his chest to fall back into this familiar dynamic, especially in the seconds he can feel her tug on his sleeve. You know, he kind of thought being summarily removed from everyone's lives meant he wouldn't have to hang around to feel shitty about it, but here they are...

He's still walking with her, though. Of course.]

Hmm. ...I guess. [Kotone privilege: he'll admit it.] I didn't do that much, but they seemed to like it...

["It was okay I guess" - local culinary master]

If it's you, you can just ask. You still need to eat right, you know? ...You look tired.