Nakahara lets it run a little longer than he should. Ryoma answers them cleanly, never letting the conversation slip into something careless. But the crowd isn't thinning, and the same angles keep circling back in different forms.
Then finally, the old man steps forward, raising a hand slightly. "Alright, that's it for now," he says, voice firm without being hostile. "He just got back. You'll have your time later."
A few protests come up, more questions trying to slip through, but security moves in at the same time, reinforcing the break.
Nakahara doesn't linger to negotiate it. He places a hand lightly at Ryoma's back, guiding him forward.
"We're done here," he adds, more quietly this time.
The noise follows them for a few steps, voices calling out, cameras still trying to catch something as they're escorted through the exit.
