"My confidences are more complicated than one might think." Ran's insistence is weak, distracted now that all of Shinichi's attention is trained on her. Something about the look in his eyes pins her in place, and she's disconcerted at how she has to fight to keep her cheeks from warming like a schoolgirl's. She should be in better control of a situation like this.

But this close, she can smell the dry, musty scent of the Tom Colonies clinging to his clothes, and the thinness of Shinichi's face is much more noticeable. Ran tightens her grip over her breast, resisting the sudden impulse to reach out and trace the hollows of his cheeks, to see if they really run as deep as they look.