He stared a bit longer at the screen, trying to gather this all up in his head so it makes some kind of sense in his head. It didn't help that he was freaked out by what he'd just done. His nails picked at the wood of the arm of the chair.

"Okay. Hina, you have to listen close to this." The rough edge was out of his voice, but it wasn't quite Shingo's either. And that was the first time he called her by her actual name. He realized neither of those things at the time, though. He was too busy wrapping his brain around everything. "'Hippo.... Hippopoto...monstroqui..." He let out a frustrated growl and tried again. "Hippopotomonstrosequippeliophobia is the fear of what?" And when he finally looked up at her, there was definitely fear on his face that he didn't have a hope of hiding. Why couldn't he have ended up with Eiji? He could at least hurl abuse to get the edge off.