Shiro sat stock-still with her hands still placed where Shinji's shoulders used to be, dumbfounded once again that day. "Yeah, maybe it's concussion." She watched the retreating form of Shinji as he began to, randomly, jump up and down in sheer happiness as he talked to Sakura, "or maybe he was just dropped on his head as a baby." She got up and followed Ryu off the bus with a sigh.