[He's really quiet, for a long time, but there's a funny little smile on his face as he looks at his can of beer. He knew that. It wasn't like he was subtle about it, really, and they were brothers. Sure, Karamatsu was dense as a sack of bricks sometimes, but Ichimatsu was an observant guy, seeing things he rarely ever spoke up about. The smile on his face sours abruptly into something like a grimace as the notion that Aoba is Karamatsu's soulmate resurfaces, and he chugs the rest of his can of beer.]

What makes you say he can't be yours? The guy he was weirdly obsessively betrothed to is gone now, isn't he? Take your chance. He's blue, and everything.

[He won't make eye contact, and his grip on the now-empty beer can is perhaps just a little too tight, the aluminum pinching inward.]