"...your sister," Ken said, quite honestly. "And what happened just before you were pulled here, before." It had been so long ago, that Ken couldn't remember if there was anything else to it, the exact words that had been said--whatever they were, they had been angry, spoken in passion from both sides. How many days had it been since then? Ken shifted awkwardly as he recalled one detail of that confrontation, the feeling of being yanked close--by his hair even, fucking prick--and the tickling of Aya's breath moving his hair. His hair that was now drifting down over his face as he ducked to try and conceal the flush of his cheeks, and God damn the fact he blushed so easily.