"You smell of oranges," Tamaki said, beaming and as lacking in discretion or sense of propriety as always. "Things went well with you and Kuze, then?"

"Tolerably well." Kyoya's tone did not invite further inquiries.

"I'm glad." The most annoying thing was how sincere Tamaki sounded. "Good friends shouldn't be fighting with each other."

"Kuze and I are hardly friends."

Tamaki smiled indulgently, as if Kyoya was being deliberately coy, as opposed to completely serious. "Lovers, then."

"And doesn't Dad mind Mom having an affair?"

Not even a blink. "Dad is okay with anything so long as Mom is happy."