[He doesn't really take it as mad either, but sort of disappointed? Literally grounded in the wake of everything getting pushed off to the side for a bit, and Ryuji has a hard time just letting things be. Even worse when there's that gut feeling in his stomach that he should try to make things a little better than they actually are. He used to get that same pang every time serious shit went down in his group of friends, and hung onto joking to lighten the mood.

Uh, well, he's out of jokes once he made his own trademark lightscimitar jokes, and honestly? He has no fucking clue where to begin with the electricity out, and it's equally hard to think of something when Dave's biting his lip like that? Like, what the fuck, his hormones are already staging a coup d'etat on him, complete with pointy sticks and effigies of Ryuji's modesty burning in protest. Hrm.]

Shit. Well. Kinda hard to know at this point. But I'm guessin' whatever's goin' on has to have something to do with the control room. So maybe start lookin' there.

[But first, he's going to wrap an arm around Dave's shoulder and resolve the deflated balloon in the air. Steadied by that, he'll turn his flashlight off for a second and just. Aim to plant a kiss on his cheek anyway.

Which, thank god for the lack of light so that he can't see that bright red face, but Ryuji's quick to let go afterward and step to the side to try and fade into the darkness, mysterious like and all.]

That is, if you can find me.