He wanted to ask who the other person was... but a small part of him wondered if he already knew. And if he was correct, he didn't want to be reaffirmed. His mismatched eyes glanced at it.

Maybe, before he met Yuuko, it would have weirded him out. He would have made and unsightly comment that he should be ashamed of. But he'd learned better, so much more than the boy he was before. He wouldn't call himself a man, but he was something... someone, that wouldn't make fun of him or find Ron's handicap odd.

He reached up, touching the shoulder... before letting his hand completely slide over it, until he had ghosted down to his waist.