[Ryoma tips his head back as he looks, studying the pattern of stars and trying to find the ram in it with the intensity of a man who thought he'd find the answers hiding among those darkened lights. After a moment he looks away, focusing on Sakura instead as she speaks. There's a gentleness to his face as he lifts a hand to rest on her shoulder, squeezing gently as she watches off into the distance.]

Perhaps you just haven't found the opportunity that pushes certain traits to the forefront--determination leads to a lot of things.

[There's a pause, then, and then a bit of a chagrined look on his face as his thoughts catch up to his mouth.]

Not that I think you have a mean bone in your body, of course!

[Good job insinuating Sakura's going to go off on a barista at Starbucks the day she's pushed right to the edge of her near-infinitesimal font of patience, Ryoma. Perhaps it's better to change the subject--to, brothers. Those seem nice and neutral, right?]

What are your brothers like?