[it's a correct assumption, given a bit of what they were discussing earlier, before sizhui accidentally made sasuke feel awkward with the flower debacle. it's fine, though, he isn't really that fussed, especially since he hasn't been told to kick rocks or anything.

he's still walking with sasuke, after all, watching the rice get added to their basket, arm shifting to adjust the placement of the handles as it grows slightly heavier.

at this revelation, however, sizhui's eyebrows lift with interest, a million different things he wants to say rising up within him, but he tamps them down, clearing his throat and,] No, there doesn't seem to be. [a beat] Ah... [he trails off, forgoing the question he was going to ask in favor of replying to sasuke's.] A part of me still holds out hope that I will, but having been brought to this world, I am starting to wonder. [a small, somewhat rueful-sounding laugh.] Still, I don't want to give up on it.