Isamu sighed as well, but much more audibly. Inwardly, he was simply grateful that the most intoxicating thing Minoru usually consumed was a light beer every so often with coworkers.

Never mind that the voice of reason here was hitting the bottle quite hard himself.

“So, overnight then. I am both relieved and understandably frustrated.” He confirmed. “Is there at least a way to lessen the effects of this empathy in the future? You do not seem to be under its influence yourself.”

Isamu would admit that the concert was more enjoyable than he would have expected, but he certainly didn’t get high off of the experience like others appeared to be.