[ Fair enough. Eventually, Sorey will remember it on his own, and probably bring it up at the most awkward of times. Just because. For the rest, a bit of forewarning: Sorey's answers come out of order, here; but trust, he has reasons for that. ]

No, I don't. [ A small, sheepish chuckle, and he’ll rub the back of his neck bashfully. ] I’m pretty sure not showing up for work unannounced for three weeks is pretty strong grounds for firing someone, so... heh.

[ So he fell asleep for a month, (basically), and lost his job, is what he’s saying here. Tsk, tsk. So irresponsible! But, let’s rewind back to that bit about the whole escape from Olympia deal, shall we? For this, Sorey will look to both sides before taking a seat across from Sanzo, lowering his voice considerably, just in case the walls around them have ears here, too. ]

...I heard about that. [ His brows lower, too. Serious face is serious. ] You were set up, weren’t you? Someone had to be behind it...

[ Aww, look -- he believes in your innate goodness, Sanzo! Hell, someone’s got to, right? ]