It wasn't the sort of photograph that politicians lost their jobs over, or even the sort that most people would pause and frown at. But pause and frown Waya did, for nearly a minute, searching it for some kind of context. A clue of what the two people in it were thinking. A 'gotcha!' sign would have been ideal.
"Isumi?" he asked without looking over his shoulder.
"Did you-- who had my camara at that party last week?"
Isumi came back from the kitchen holding a glass of water. He tilted his head thoughtfully. "... I don't know. It got passed around some, I think. Why?"
Waya tilted the photograph. Still no 'gotcha' sign, or bunny ears, or even a smirk. "... Did you see this one?"
"Which one?" Isumi wandered over and peered over Waya's shoulder. Several moments slipped by. Just when Waya was sure Isumi had to be blushing and sputtering wordlessly, Isumi asked, "What about it?"
"What?" Waya turned and looked at him incredulously. "What do you mean, 'what about it?' They're all over each other!"
Isumi raised an eyebrow and took a sip of water. "They're barely leaning on each other."
"They're..." He looked down at the picture again. "They're touching each other."
"They were drunk." Isumi shrugged and wandered away to sit at Waya's desk. Waya eyed him suspiciously. "We were all drunk. Why else would anyone want to take pictures of us?"
"They're smiling. I mean, yeah, they're drunk, I remember that, but they're not smiling like they're blasted, they're..."
Waya shot Isumi a withering sidelong glare.
Isumi finished his water and set the glass on the desk. "You really didn't know, did you?"
"No, I did not." Waya threw the bundle of photographs down on his futon. "What, does everyone else?"
Isumi shrugged, disappointingly unflustered.
"Don't you think it's weird?" Waya asked, sounding increasingly flustered by the moment.
"I think," Isumi said, tapping his finger against the rim of his glass, "it's less weird than if one of them tried to get married or something."
Waya turned and gave Isumi a strange look. Isumi didn't look up. "I mean, can you imagine that? Trying to be with someone who didn't, you know, get it? Who wasn't one of us?"
"I guess... I never really thought about it."
"No." Isumi sighed, and now Waya could detect the beginnings of a blush. "I guess you wouldn't have."