[Tsurugi doesn't have to elaborate. Shindou understands what he means immediately, eyes flickering to the boy beside him and to the tall back of the elderly butler walking ahead of them.]

My... mother, I believe. At least, I think she knows I'm seeing someone.

[It had been something that happened a week or so ago, when she sat and listened to him play the piano. Sipping her tea in that dainty way she always did, she listened as she usually did until he was finished with the song. When she looked up, there was a sparkle in her eyes.]

She said she could hear it in the way I played recently, but I haven't had the chance to speak with anybody about it.