[ Normally, Endo would grab the bag, look inside, and make a comment or two about the phone choice, depending on the brand and model Accelerator picked. Instead, he allows the bag to sit on his lap unopened and his wallet to rest beside it untouched. He's too busy tracking Accelerator's movements to determine if he is going to leave — and trying to decide what he'll do if he does. Being hydrated helped wake him up a little, but Endo's still feeling a little too slowed down to make a plan beyond calling out, Hey, don't go yet.

So it's a good thing that Accelerator drags that chair over and settles into it with a drink of his own. Endo relaxes, feeling that restless energy begin to drain. Which, in turn, allows him to answer somewhat brightly: ]

Those are from the women I'm dating.

[ — as he grins, still a little sleepily. ]

Or were dating, before.

[ Sometimes only for a night, sometimes he gets a short-term thing going. Depends on what he needs, how much fun he's having, and how much money she has to spare. ]

Don't worry, I didn't steal 'em. They gave 'em to me.

[ And they can cancel them at any time, if they get tired of seeing charges build up. But they don't! They keep paying their bills, which means that whenever they're in town and looking for a little fun, they have a nice excuse to call him up. Endo visits with them, stays the night, and the next thing he knows, his credit limit has gone up. It's a nice system. Win-win.

And whenever one of them falls off the grid or does cancel her card, Endo goes and picks up someone else. This cycle keeps his pockets buffered, elevating his lifestyle beyond gang profits. He and Takiishi have expensive tastes, after all.

He shifts as best he can, moving closer to Accelerator's side of the bed, to add a teasing: ]

Jealous?

[ But even after saying the word, he stays lying along the edge of the bed, choosing to settle right there. He can't invade Accelerator's space while hooked up to machines, but he uses his physical presence as best he can regardless. ]