[ No round of applause. Roku~n was about to tell a heartwarming tale of his and Komaeda's childhood escapades, when he too sees Chiaki set the canvas down on the ground and the words die from his lips. He doesn't look surprised to see it- he's had to see it for days and days as Chiaki worked on it- but he does look wildly conflicted, like he can't decide whether he should intervene or not.
no subject
It's too late.
Chiaki beams at Izumi. ]
It's you, silly.