*Shiox finally draws his focus to his brother, a faint frown forming on his lips at that sudden sensation prickling at his so-called 'perceptive' senses. Ryuuji is bloody difficult to read, but that....* ... Don't... don't worry about it. You're... still my brother, idiot or not, so... *he murmurs, his pale cheeks again taking on a hue of pink.*