He rose and pinched the man's chin lightly and lifted his head. When their gaze met, he smiled, "Why are you apologising?"
Hiroshi's eyes widened obviously unable to believe what Haruki said. "I . . ." he began but stopped when Haruki released his chin. He picked up his laptop and walked to the sofa.
"I used to hate it but I don't think I hate it as much anymore," Haruki voiced his observation. "Maybe because it is coming from you?" Now sitting comfortably on the sofa, Haruki continued what he was doing.
"Why did you hate it?"
"What man loves being called beautiful?" Haruki glanced at the doctor and asked casually.
"Me?" Hiroshi sat down beside Haruki and adjusted himself until he was comfortable.
