Oh. Well, that explains things, sort of. He'd obviously missed seeing that, probably because he was too busy choking on ham blintzes or being shoved into a wall by Bali Pope. Jamie nods slowly, though he still looks all kinds of unsure about this conversation.

The look that crosses Jamie's face at that last question, though, almost defies description, like he's torn between laughing and screaming. It's not actually that horrific, just - what a weird question.

"Uh - no, I don't think they do. I mean, I'm pretty sure none of my friends have ever kissed me...ever. Especially as a prize for winning a contest." Ignoring, for now, the fact that Jamie can't clearly remember any of these friends.

"So he just - kissed you without even asking or anything? I'm gonna punch him next time I see him. You don't just slobber all over people like that without asking 'em." He's mostly blowing smoke because Ryouta is a freakish behemoth who could throw him into the middle of next week, but gosh, Ryouta, that's sort of rude.

Jamie goes silent for a little bit, thinking, and then asks, "So did you, y'know. Like it, or what?"