Upon calling for your father and brother, Fukuzawa and Ranpo were now sat across the table. Ranpo was munching on sweets paying little to no attention and Fukuzawa had his fingers interlaced resting on the table cloth listening with a soft look of concern.

You were finally going to come out to your family.

“Well?” Fukuzawa prompted softly as Ranpo whined impatiently “cmon get on with it already”