You study him carefully as he returns to the dorm, your heart filled with concern and worry. Despite his efforts to hide it, it's clear that something is still troubling him deeply. You want nothing more than to help him, to take away this weight from his shoulders and make everything better for both of you.

"Satoshi," you say quietly, approaching him with a concerned expression, "are you sure you're okay?"

It's not that I don't believe you; it's just that... you seem different somehow. More tired than usual. And I want to help, if you'll let me. Maybe we could talk about what's really bothering you?