Rei blinked blearily at Nahoya, nodding without completely registering what he was saying. She was rarely a morning person and her natural inclinations held strong today. Rei could hardly be blamed. She'd been thoroughly worked by both brothers and then left to wallow in her own guilt and pity while her lovers slept soundly. "Breakfast sounds nice." She said, a little slow to respond. Her sleepy smile made it endearing rather than absent, which was better engagement than the two had shared in some time. Perhaps, last night had been a lovely herald of something new in their relationship. It would be an incredible sort of tragedy if Kitato's daring was the catalyst for their sudden spring. At least Nahoya would be none the wiser. "I think I'll shower." She added, agreeing to his first suggestion. His parting whisper made her flush and dodge meeting his gaze. It might have seemed coy, but it was assuredly the sudden and wakeful rush of shame that came with a clearer recollection of what yesterday had been. When her smile for him lingered, it had edged toward something a bit more bitter. Passionate, indeed. There was not a single reasonable element to blaming him for finding his gusto hours too late. And yet, she did. Not much, but a little, and she recognized in that a failing of herself and the dire truth that Naho's passionate had none of the teeth his brother's offhanded insistence did. She was glad when Nahoya stood and left her.<br/><br/>"I should definitely shower." She mumbled. He was mostly out the door though, and she said it for herself. Rei was very eager for hot water on her flesh, noticing an aching fatigue in her limbs as she pulled herself from the bed. Alone, in the privacy of her shared bedroom, she stripped herself of the night clothes that had met both brothers in disarray. She sighed. "Wretched woman." She said to the cotton shorts as she discarded them on the edge of the bed. She wrapped herself in a clean towel and shuffled for the door. "Best to wash everything of yesterday away." It was unfair that the fresh memory Naho was nursing was being set into the purgatory of a very regrettable day. Rei took a moment to feel bad about that, before she decided it was the better of any other sacrifices the elder Aikida was unwittingly making. "I can make up for it, at least." She mumbled to the empty room, before she left it. She could, and she might try, but she had not yet solved the very real pressure of her lurking downfall. As if she had any real reason to believe she'd resist Kitato better, having known him twice, should he go after her again.<br/><br/>Rei did not lock the door behind her, being that there was never a reason to lock interior doors of one's own home. It was not uncommon for Nahoya to occupy the same spaces as her, even as they moved through the quiet and intimate details of everyday life. And Kit had his own bathroom to use.<br/><br/>The water was scalding, nearly to the point of discomfort, and it was a bit like cheating at absolution to hang her head and let the hot droplets beat at her shoulders. She could pretend she disliked the sting, but she always set the tap as high as it would go. Today, she was slow about washing herself, leaning against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom with a soap-heavy washcloth dangling from one hand. "Rei Yoshino, find your head." She sighed. Talking to herself had rarely helped her solve anything, but it seemed right to be self-critical.