<span style="font-style: italic">"We'll to talk, later."</span>Isana's words made Nakahiro sigh a little. But as always, he kept his concerns to himself, instead watching the swift exchange of words of the two. Even he'd put two and two together and figure out they weren't on good terms with each other... And he was in no mood to interrupt them. He'd just get shouted at. Girls like that...<br/><br/>He stood up, leaving one hand on the edge of the table. "Excuse me for a moment." he muttered, once again running a hand through his untameable hair, and with elegant steps moving over to get a coffee of his own. Another reason for it being that he didn't want to seem like an eavesdropper, or an unwelcome guest. The looks Touka has been giving him were enough.<br/><br/>It took him a good while to return with a tall cup of coffee in one hand, mixing it with a silver spoon in the other one. He noiselessly set it down, and taking off the black blazer, he sat back onto his chair, nonchalantly sipping from his coffee and pretending he wasn't there at all. What he has gotten rather good at during the years.