[ Krouse twists his mouth in commiseration as Riz goes off about the burden of organization, lifting his fingers in a desultory ripple to encompass the hassle.

And then his eyes widen slightly as Riz connects dots that he should have already. He shifts up in his seat a little, mouth parting as if there's something he wants to flick off the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates. ]

I don't know if I'm good at it.

[ The legs of his chair squeak as he leans forward, one heel rising off the floor under the table. His knee bounces as he pauses, working his way through that unfinished thought. ]

It's like you said. Sometimes you just end up in charge because you're the one with an idea. But honestly - [ he cuts himself off again, face softening into ruefulness, and he plants the sole of his foot back on the ground ] - and you were talking about my immense personal charm, not my leadership capabilities. Right.

[ How could Riz even have an opinion on something he's never seen, and ideally, never will? ]

Sorry. I guess it's been on my mind, with everyone breaking off into factions. I don't know if most of them would call them that, but you know what I mean.