Yukimura notices that movement of her eyes around the room, taking in the attention she's drawn to them. The questions of intent would have arisen regardless of who it was, but he can't help suspecting it wouldn't normally be stirring up this kind of whispering.

It's not her fault. None of it is. She's just trying to be a supportive friend. It makes him... just a little bit angry on her behalf, that now she's left thinking she's somehow made a mistake. He picks at the tape securing the photo to his sketchbook until it's loose enough to remove without tearing the page, then holds it out in offering.

"Don't pay any mind to it," he reassures quietly. "Everyone loves something to talk about."