Then, for some reason, she mumbled under her breath,
"Dad would probably like this, right?"
Lloyd was busy fiddling with the monocle, which was uncomfortable no matter how he wore it. He didn't quite catch what she said, so he asked,
"Hm? What was that, Weiya?"
"N-nothing. I just think it looks better than your uniform... Anyway, if you don't like the monocle, don't wear it. Just put it in your breast pocket, but remember to leave the chain showing."
As she spoke, Weiya reached out to put the monocle away for Lloyd, then straightened his collar. She looked just like a gentle and doting young wife getting her husband ready.
Then, the two of them walked hand in hand to a hospital—or rather, a psychological clinic—in the Central District.
