Shotaro swallows when Philip adjusts his tie, his grip shifting on Philip's wrist to something more gentle, more 'just because' and less 'guiding hand'. "Yeah," he says, his tone lighter with relief. "Makes sense. This world's kinda screwed up, ain't it?" Their history is strange in places, no doubt from Transport meddling, not to mention the lack of monsters and the Kamen Riders who battled them... It's something frustrating, to know that finding keywords and thus an easy solution wasn't going to be the answer, but Shotaro wouldn't be much of a detective if he couldn't think on his feet, and they wouldn't be very good Kamen Riders if they couldn't think bigger than 'easy'.

He nods, lifting his hand to brush at Philip's shoulder with light fingertips. Two could play the touching in public game--at least, in little ways, like this. As Shotaro turns to walk once more through the crowd, his hand remains soft on Philip's wrist.