[ He stares blankly for a moment at Komaeda, his head trying to figure out what he means until his brain can find something, some part of the mangled conversation in his head. ]

It wasn't on my mind. [ He averts his gaze, shrugging lightly, his lids lowering closed for a small time. ] Just some things about it...got brought back up because of yesterday and that, just now.

[ His freak out. He rubs at a finger, massaging into one area, not sure if there's more he should say. But he lets out a heavy breath. ]

I'll be okay. ...but I'm sorry I put you in that position. [ A pause, and then Red looks suddenly at Komaeda. ]

I don't like people knowing what happened to us. [ Him, and the pokémon he rests a hand on in gesture. He doesn't susect that Komaeda would spill it, but at the same time, the request is there. ]

I don't want anyone pitying me.