Kaoru fled ahead of the crowd. With his back to Ebizo and Shinya both, he could press his face briefly into his hands, push his hair back and make a face of dismay at the refrigerator as he fled towards it.
Ebizo had his favorite beers, by now, in stock, and Kaoru took one, leant back against the wall and waited with a bitten lip. Despair and giving in warred, smiling despite how very much Ebizo's hospitality made him want to die.
Made him want to grin, made him want to kiss him. Shinya wasn't stupid. He had no secrets anymore. He might as well have a party and invite Die, too, before making out with Ebizo in front of the lot.