"How old were you when you and Kuroji got paired?"

"That's got nothing to do with anything! 😤"

The front door opens and closes then Kuroji emerges at the entrance of the dining room. "Hey, I forgot some—oh, good morning Inori-kun."

"Kuroji, help me tell our son he shouldn't get paired!!! 😤"

Kuroji looks at both of them for a second then sighs, walks over to Harutsugu, and pulls him in for a kiss.

Harutsugu squeaks and apparently entirely forgets about the conversation for a second.

But then Kuroji pulls away and says, in a soft voice, while he pushes some hair away from Harutsugu's face with a finger, "Don't you want Inori-kun to have this in his life?"

"But—our babies—! 😢"

Kuroji turns to look at Inori, who's been regarding this whole interaction with great suspicion, and says, "What do you want to know?"

"I was asking Haru what pairing's got to do with getting married," he replies.

"It's almost as strong a commitment, if you're doing it for the right reasons," he says. "You'll be his special person and he'll be yours. You can't undo it if you regret it. There'll be no one else you'll be able to pair with, forever." 

Which rings a warning bell in Inori's head. Tōkan wouldn't just... want to be monogamous like that, would he?

"I'm not ready to give my boy away 🥺," whines Harutsugu.

"You're not giving anyone away, Haru. We've still got a few years until they'd actually move."

"How old were you?" Inori asks, squinting again.

"We started dating when I was a sophomore in high school and Haru was a freshman at college, and we paired a year after that then got married two years later."

"Y-you're giving him ideas!"

"Stop being so hypocritical," Kuroji says fondly.

"That's not helping," he sighs.

Kuroji lets go of his husband to walk over to the stool next to Inori and sit on it, facing him. "What do you need help with?"

"He said we could pair if I decided I liked him—"

("Betrayal!" 😨)

"—and I do, but now I can't tell him and I don't understand why."

Kuroji looks at Inori for a few quiet seconds then sighs, puts his suitcase on the floor, says, "I'll finish what I needed to tomorrow," to Harutsugu, and wraps his arms around Inori, who squirms a bit but doesn't protest. He lets go and asks, "Tell me about it?"

"Haru's gonna yell."