That there's a counter-offer makes his expression visibly shift. Aside from the odd encounter here and there or his roommates, Mikazuki has mostly kept to himself aside from what was needed to prove his allegiance to Thesa, or Olympia. Connecting to other refugees hasn't been a priority, but the consideration flickers fast through his mind, making him push to a stand, books still in hand.

"Okay. I'll go with you."

Besides, he doesn't remember the last time someone had put a warm drink in front of him.

He gives his knees a quick dusting off and straightens again, shifting the books in his hands easily. There's something nice about the way they feel, how they weigh in his grasp. He waits for Atsushi to start off towards their destination so he can follow, humming in thought at the question.

"No, it's because I never learned to read," he replies, maybe too bluntly in comparison to the delicate way the question had been posed. "Not until... about two years ago."

Given that he looks a decent way into his teens, it's a late start. And one broken by other responsibilities, never something he could dedicate himself to fully.