[the strangled sound he makes at that isn't subtle or quiet, and it turns into something resembling a laugh by the end of it.]

You sure know how to make a guy sweat, cap. [atsumu twists one of the cloth napkins between his fingers, exhaling noisily.] Fine... I don't think he's givin' up. It's more like he doesn't care as much anymore.

[not as much as atsumu does, at least.]