Kit had looked at her with skeptic, sudden consideration when she was so fast with her dampening comment to Nahoya's enthusiasm. It was the kind of stare that was a little threatening, in the dark of his eyes, but mostly assumptive, like he was disbelieving the bark of someone who'd usually stay in place. Even Naho had tried a dispelling shrug at what she said. He seemed to be on his way to do exactly what Rei did instead, which was to lighten her delivery.<br/><br/>"But you can always come home when you want." the older brother added, laughing in much the same way she had. He had no delusions that they were different people, all of them, but he liked to think he could entertain his brother, sometimes. As they all grew older, Naho was increasingly wrong about that.<br/><br/>Kit had not taken as much offense as the older Aikida thought, but that was in part thanks to the undercurrent of happenings by this table. He moved his leg back and forth, tugging hers along. It was exciting to him to have her lips comply to his gift. He'd never fed her anything in recent memory. Nahoya's eyes, shades less remarkable but categorized as the same hue, grew at the playful nature of it all. He did not detect her blush and her delicious expression as Kit essentially drove her mouth to obedience in front of her lover.  Kitato had not failed to note it, though.<br/><br/>During the meal Kit continued to pic different topics with his brother, and pulled at Rei, verbally,  too. It was the happiest either had seen Naho in a while. His smiles were usually for others, but now he was being entertained by someone who'd usually not speak full sentences to him. Kit did not repeat the offer of food to her, but she'd have the littlest comfort from that, when his leg and his foot insisted her knees should stay apart where she sat. If she never gave, he wouldn't either, expertly pushing and pulling with his one leg connected to her.<br/><br/>"Well," Naho said at last, putting his glasses on after having relieved them from his chest pocket. It was a sign he might be getting tired. They both knew his vision became strained as the day went on. Their mother had the same issue. "I better get to cleaning at least part of this." he said when the food was mostly gone, and all Kit had done for a while was sip his water.<br/><br/>"No you're not." Kit said and stood, reaching over the table to steal his brother's plate. He placed it in front of Rei, on top of hers. "We will do it. You kinda smell. Shouldn't you at least take a shower?" Naho almost coughed and looked at her with a chipper question on his wrinkeled forehead. Kit was fast around the table to start ushering the oldest out. It didn't take long for Naho to comply, and there was a glistening layer on his eyes before he left, and it wasn't from laughing. It was a dark thing, that Kitato didn't make his brother feel this way for a better reason.<br/><br/>The facade he'd filled the room with soon lost its luster to flaked from the cabinets and homely chairs, when there was only the two of them left. "You're helping me right?" he asked from behind her. His hands were at her shoulders soon, trailing down the collar of his brother's shirt. He was unabashed, putting his nose on top of her head to remember her sweat and heat from this morning as he helped himself to softness behind the cotton. He let go soon enough, without much more violation, and then started picking plates just as the water went on in the bathroom.<br/><br/>"Please start at the sink, Rei." he said, focused, as though what he'd done was all there'd be. He was being somewhat personable, but she should also start seeing the shadows in his behaviors. Not that he'd let those warnings be any good to her.