"So which one was it?" Hikaru asks.
Kyoya is not going reply. Replying would only encourage them, and he is not interested. "Which one was what?" The twins turn to each other and grin, and Kyoya curses inwardly.
"Why, which one were you in love with?" Kaoru smirks, his brother's arm tight around him.
The three of them are the only ones left in the warehouse. Tamaki has gone back to their hotel, leaving Kyoya behind to iron out a few last details, and the Hitachiins stayed with him for reasons unknown to anyone but themselves.
"Or is it still in love?" Hikaru continues.
"You're the best point man in the business-"
"-no one can deny that, but you never work without Tamaki, not since-"
"-since Haruhi died. So-"
"-which one were you in love with?" The twins finish in chorus.
"I am not in love," Kyoya tells them, clean and precise so there can be no mistake. He is not in love, never has been. For a moment, the exhaustion of a long day loosens his tongue, and he continues quietly, "It would be so much less complicated if I were in love with him."
If they hear him, Kyoya does not know, but either way, they seem to have found the answer they sought, for it is not long after that they stripped into the shadows, and Kyoya is left alone in the dark warehouse, with only his wandering thoughts for company.