[People who don't wear glasses never remember to be careful with the glasses. Rip.

Eichi holds the silk in place, but it's a loose sort of thing, so when Keito turns, he lets it drop away. It's still in his hand, though, which he pulls back and wraps the silk around, humming thoughtfully.]

I don't recall needing to be watched, though? [He leans slightly over the back of the couch.]

You know, Keito, it was pretty cold of you... You let me help you out, that first time, and haven't returned the favor at all. Why is that?