After a dinner at a restaurant you couldn't even pronounce, there you and Hotaru were, smoking in a barely-lit patio, while you let him speak nonsense you never bothered giving thought to.

... Although, for about a hot minute now, Hotaru had gone quiet, as he'd seemingly noticed your lack of attention.

He then took your cigarette, tossing his own on the marble floor. "Hey," he spoke. "Tell me, are you enjoying having to put up with me? You look like you already wanna go home."