"Hmm."
Haru then let go of the hug. He cleared his throat again. He rubbed his nose before opening Renji's number 2 nightstand drawer. "Ah, yes... Here," he said. "I haven't given you the spare key to my apartment."
"Oh."
Haru smiled faintly and was still awkward. "After dinner, let's go straight to my place. It's not good to stay here. Renji is at work—" lied. "I mean, he might be bothered by the existence of our two children. You know... That writer—"
"I know," Rose interrupted. "Okay, but first make sure Renji is okay with this. Ahh... It's really my fault—"
"Stop," said Haru. "There's nothing to apologize for, understand?"
Rose's body was shaken by Haru. Her shoulders squeezed lightly. The man looked at him completely wrong, even though he had also agreed with Renji that their relationship was nothing to worry about.
"Haru, calm down..." said Rose. "It's okay, got it?"
"..."