Graham tuned out a decent amount of Ayame's explanation, but he caught a few parts here and there. Something about the future and house foundations, his dad being safe, Akuma, his dad being safe, asking questions, and...his dad being safe. Graham hugged his chair closer to himself, strangely at ease considering the explosion of emotions sure to come any minute now. (One of the people had asked him not to bring it onto the helicopter, but Graham had downright refused by giving him a dirty look and stubbornly clinging to his chair. The person eventually backed off, realizing there was no way Graham could be separated from this chair. Because of it, the helicopter ride was much more cramped, but he didn't care.)
At first, he'd wanted to look out the window, but the view wasn't really something he would have called 'inspiring'. Not wanting to look down at broken down buildings, stacks of smoke and a red sky, he instead stared mostly at his chair, wondering where he'd put it in his apparently new house.
...Wait...they touched my things...?
Even with the overwhelming exhaustion he felt now, he still had enough care left in him to be bothered by this. He shifted, frowning. Those things were his. No one was allowed to look, touch, admire, or think about them aside from him and his father. "...You didn't take any of my things, did you?"
"Only to move them into your new home," Ayame assured.
Not good enough. Graham promptly decided that if a single thing was missing, he would greet every adult onboard with a knuckle sandwich the next day. No one messed with his stuff. They were getting off lucky this time because of special circumstances, but had they even dared to touch something of his in any other situation their numbers would be up.
Biting his lip, Graham glanced around at the other students, again wanting to find something else to look at instead of the blood red sky. Mercy seemed to have the same idea--leaning against the side of the helicopter and keeping her eyes fixed on the floor, she had a hand held by her face to stop herself from looking outside the window.
Faussin...still seemed completely out of it. Graham briefly wondered how long their trip to the hospital would take--he didn't need any hospitalization, so he was eager to skip the trip and come right home to his dad.
Coming back to his dad...was that something he could do now?
I'm free...free. We're free.
I'm coming home...
Home. Free. Family.
Dad, I miss you.