Soujirou tapped his toes against the ground again in an idle sort of way. Aizen was leaving, and offering. It was not at all de ja vu, but it reminded him of a memory. He tilted his head to the side, thinking, considering, and shifted a few times. Nervous habits, even if he didn't acknowledge nervousness.

"If you don't mind, Aizen-san~,I wouldn't want to impede you~"

Again, he was unsure. This might not be the best course of action, but he was sure of one thing. Aizen was stronger than Tifa, and stronger than Cid. And Aizen said some interesting things that Soujirou wanted to know more about, they kept his mind off of the things Himura-san would say.