[Computers abruptly shift his thoughts to Seimei: tall, warm, strong, gentle, always always there for him, patient, kind - Ritsuka look at this website I found - explaining how to navigate the keyboard, the mouse, that warm, strong hand over his, guiding him, showing him, teaching him. Seimei's nose and cheek buried in his hair as they look together - and then empty, painful, loneliness as he sits in his own room, staring at the dark screen of Seimei's old computer, brushing the dust off the monitor but never turning it on, not until that night when Soubi - smokey and cold and strange and secretive - told him to look for Seimei's will, when he read the unforgiving black words If I am dead, then I was murdered.]
They look a lot like this where I'm from. A lot of families have one.
[Ritsuka slips into the seat next to Charles, a little happy that he might get to teach him something.]