[It's not like he's surprised to hear any of this but boy does he still hate it!! Absolutely hates it! There's some sort of emotion that flickers across his face, briefly - some sort of something that's hard to pin down, sharp-edged and unsuiting, before his features smooth back into a soft, almost placid smile.]

I know. It's not like I'd expect anything less from you, hah. You're the sort who'd deal with any responsibility put on your shoulders even if it's unfair - probably wouldn't even think of it as unfair, hm?

[His gaze has drifted a little to the left, like he's looking at his own hand for a second rather than Chuuya's face.

A beat of silence passes; it's a strangely considering sort, but then his attention re-anchors on Chuuya. He leans forward; one kiss for each cheek.]

Well! We've managed to have a fair amount of luck on our side so far, hm? Maybe it really was that they just made some wrong turn somewhere that affected their longevity.