Jann is minding his own business. He is playing by himself in the courtyard with a wooden sword: this definitely constitutes minding his own business. Nothing that follows is his fault.
Cath jumps down from the arm of the chair and goes over to Jann and rubs her face on his leg and purrs. This is an established sign of Cath-approval.
Jann flumphs heavily into a chair and picks up Cath and pets her. Petting cats is supposed to be calming, right?
Milo, meanwhile, should probably be a little more careful racing through the halls of Reko's castle. He does all right until he actually gets back to the room with the chessboard, and then his elbow clips the doorframe on the way in and he sort of falls into Reko's arms giggling nervously and cradling the shattered joint.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Hi, Reko."
"Not the worst I've done to it," he says, prodding it with his other hand and wincing. "Pretty bad, though. Um. I confess I hadn't really planned this part out."
"Me neither," says Reko. "I'm still adjusting to... anyone besides me knowing how I feel. I was very comfortable in my totally unacknowledged pining. I just about fainted when Jann brought up marrying you."
He flexes his arm tentatively, hisses under his breath, and presses another loose bone fragment back in place. It's his right arm, too, this is going to be so annoying.
It belatedly occurs to him that he is sitting in Reko's lap with Reko's arms around his waist. He blushes fiercely.
"...Um," he says, "so - we're going to have to think about the succession, aren't we."
"Jann brought up the Enchanted Forest princesses, but their solution obviously won't solve our entire problem, even if it would solve part of it."
"True," says Milo. "...And while I'm thinking about it, I am going to preemptively rule that if there is any other option at all, I am not getting pregnant."
"...sooo," says Milo, "I actually came here with the intention of kissing you. Before I got distracted."
"Painful." He tries flexing it again. "Seems to be set all right, though, so all I have to do is be very careful with it for a week or so. That was the least subtle subject change I've ever seen."
"...Is this your convoluted, endearingly shy way of not quite openly admitting you want to kiss me?"