[That's a lot of pictures of just one person. Whelk's mind goes down a strange pathway of thought - Kunimi's phone repeatedly buzzing all night long while he slept, the phone call the next morning, Kunimi's apparent bitterness toward volleyball, the fact that it takes a lot to make Kunimi smile, Kunimi's smile in a picture taken by someone else. Whelk's arm tightens around him, subtly pulling him a bit closer - it's going to be hard to get any closer if he doesn't stop saddling up to him soon, but he can't help it. He's feeling...oddly possessive all of a sudden.]
Old boyfriend, was he? [He makes his expression look only vaguely interested, but it's probably pretty telling that he didn't ask anything about the group picture. His mind has zeroed in on being jealous.
[He probably should at least acknowledge the last photo.] Seniors, yes. [Nailed it.]
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Old boyfriend, was he? [He makes his expression look only vaguely interested, but it's probably pretty telling that he didn't ask anything about the group picture. His mind has zeroed in on being jealous.
[He probably should at least acknowledge the last photo.] Seniors, yes. [Nailed it.]