Yohji returned the smile with a small one of his own, awkward, but genuine for once, and he was more relieved than he cared to admit that Omi had just accepted it. He still didn't know what to do about it, but Omi knew and that was a start at least.

Yohji stepped back from the desk, going to look at the articles pinned to the cork board. Nothing really useful and nothing with dates on that might give them a clue about what year they were in. The pictures on there though... weird ones, made his skin crawl though.