[Mikotoba's quick to wave his hands, equally apologetic, to prevent Minato from moving.]

No, no, it's all right-- the garden is for everyone here. [Not just for middle-aged men who happen to be impotently sulking...] Please don't feel as though you need to leave.

[Frankly, he feels awkward for making Minato feel awkward. He smiles sheepishly, wracking his brain for something to contribute to the conversation.]

These irises just remind me of home, Suizenji-san. I got a bit lost in my own nostalgia. [Now he's just made himself feel old too.]