Here, they mean nothing. Their family influence means nothing. The money they are entitled to back home means nothing. It's been nearer to six months than not, and Kyouya still internally reels sometimes when he realizes just how alone they are. All of them.

"It seems to go both ways. Proximity helps, but physical contact is faster at warming up both people." He gives a slight tilt of his head to the side and back to indicate Tamaki. "We figured it out this afternoon."