[ He opens his mouth to argue, but doesn't, as if the guilt had finally set in. Arm reaching for his back pocket, he takes the liberty of taking the photo out, one hand holding the photo and the other hand much too casually tapping the wallet on Ai's forehead . ]

What kind of person keeps their wallet on their neck anyways? It took way too long to find it, I thought there was no hope. [ He's shameless.

An exaggerated sigh before he finally takes a good look at the photo. The hair color was similar but... ]