"Right about your age," Nanami agrees. At least in years experienced, if not lived. If they're talking that, he isn't entirely sure he's still twenty-eight, but he didn't get the vibe Okkatsu is from too far into the future.

Nanami kisses Haibara back and pulls him along, kissing, toward the walk in closet. He deposits the dishcloth in the hamper and flips the switch to illuminate the closet. He traces the various shapes of the suits with humming approval. Then he pulls back enough to say, "They're best hung in the closet. Never folded. There are different kinds of hangers."

He demonstrates, hanging Haibara's suit trousers first. Then he removes his own jacket and hangs it up. Then he turns back to Haibara and slides the jacket slowly off his shoulders and down his arms. It's an excellent suit, he must say.