"I'm so sorry about this," Yuki sighed. He and Machi sat in a little booth on the far end of a restaurant.

"It's okay," Machi replied.

"But really, I could have used a little more help than 'um…'" He snickered.

"Oh shut up," she snapped. She glanced around, "where did he say he's going again?"

"He's talking to the waiter about the salad dressing, he wants Greek, not French."

"Oh."

"That means we have some time to ourselves," he said. He pulled her over to him.

"Oh, that's so sweet!" Ayame said from across the room. Machi scooted as far away as she could, her face matching her shirt.

"Brother, no one wants you here, just go!" Yuki snarled, his cheeks reddening as well.

"Oh, I won't be long, I swear! But I had no dinner, and you know I need eat 3 square meals a day. I'll pay for my own food, really. The waiter will be with us in a few moments. But let's not talk about me, let's talk about you Machi. How have you been?"

Machi felt very uncomfortable. Talking to your boyfriend's brother was one thing, but when he was as insane as Ayame, it was a different story all together. "I'm good, great actually," she managed to say.

"Oh that's good. But there is something I wanted to discuss with you both about." Ayame lowered his voice and leaned in closer. "I know that keeping a relationship these days. What with all the pressure to move so fast. I understand. But I just want you both too know, there's no need to 'put out' now."

"What!?" Machi and Yuki yelled in unison.

Ayame continued, "Well it's just," he moved a bit closer, a serious expression on his face, "You two are both mature. You're in a serious relationship and you may be experiencing some feelings that you've never had before. And they are being fueled by the messages on TV, or maybe even your peers. But I'm here to tell you that those feelings are natural. It doesn't mean you should act on them, though. Because that can lead to unwanted pregnancy, illness, and it won't help your relationship either. There are other ways to stunt such feelings such as masturbat—"

BAM!

The waiter came to there table. "Hello, and how may I…oh my! That man's unconscious!" We should call an ambulance!"

"No we shouldn't said Yuki," breathing heavily, "Believe me, just leave him there."