[ Honestly, her first thought on seeing Suzaku with Lelouch is: about time. But, then... she doesn't remember how it actually happened. And her skin prickles when she sees where Suzaku's gaze falls on her. Not on her breasts, but on--
A strange set of fuzzy memories of Lelouch's solemn face and Suzaku's tears, how it had taken years of half-clothed intimacy or only in darkness because she hadn't been ready to show anyone. How she'd shown it to Lelouch first, because he knew what a scar like that felt like, even if the circumstances had been different. And he was still her accomplice, after all.
Both men had been older. Both careworn but also infinitely more gentle and happy than she had ever seen them. They had been... in love. With her.
The memory is painful, confusing.
Her expression shifts, subtly closing off. With dignity, she reaches over for a pillow and sets it in her lap. ]