Kaoru's redness was just a touch, a quiet flare on all visible skin, and he raised his glass slightly and inclined his head, more to hide than to bow but neither of them need know that.
"I haven't been around cats much before," Kaoru mumbled as an excuse, sheepish. "I was sure you'd come home and he'd be dead or something. Shit, man, it's terrifying."
He drank very long and very deep, sympathy for Shinya and himself at odds with the grin on that face. His stomach fluttered, schoolgirl, with Ebizo's charm. Fuck, he hated that.