And there's one of the problems with the way the world runs. Too many questions, not enough answers. And even if they had all the answers they could ever want, it wouldn't change a damn thing. Especially not from where they are.

But he takes her redirection easily enough. If she had any more questions, she'd ask. And her brother knows everything. Might be something that's better discussed between them. He'll leave it to her. As long as things are straight. The harder things have all ready been said. Be asinine to overlook the good that's just next door.

He directs his gaze over to the wall opposite then, where his apartment lies. Aki's probably still sleeping the minutes away, though probably not for long. His body, if anything, is well-trained. Not like him to sleep long into the day. Probably be wasteful to him, not when he could be training. Even after hard night in Tartarus Aki'd still get up to run and shit—that was easy enough to remember. In the meantime, Shinjiro would still be in his room, making a valiant effort to sleep through the alarm.

"He's himself."

Which is all he could ask for, really. He had been happier than he'd seen him in... well, a long time, which is something he deserves with all the shit he's been through. It'll be a surprise if he lets Miki out of his sight today. He gets to relearn how to be a brother again. Not like he's forgotten or anything, but Miki's grown up to be a teenager and he'll be damned if there isn't going to be a learning curve associated with that.

He's secretly going to enjoy watching Aki be a brotherly dumbass in the meantime. Miki's not so little anymore. Not painfully shy. Strong enough she could probably twist Aki down to the damn floor.

"They're a lot like each other."

Deep down.

Fuck, though, if he's not sick of seeing the both of them cry.