[He did not need to see that. He did not need to see that.]

[Conan distracts himself by bending down to pick up his book, willing the crimson stain on his cheeks to go away. He risks a look at the people he's disturbed, blinking a little at the sight of Aoko]

[Wow, that's... mildly disturbing. A stranger kissing another stranger who looked strikingly like Ran wasn't something he wanted to see again. But...]

Do I know you, neechan?

[Because it seemed like she knew him]