My Gyarados is a good boy! [Blue gushes, rosy with good cheer (and alcohol, lots of alcohol); so much so that maybe he doesn't entirely notice that Iwaizumi's facade slips, but maybe it doesn't matter.]

Um.... But, I mean.... Are you okay about talking about something like that...? [His cheeriness turns soft and concerned, brows pinching.] That's not really-- I mean, it's kind of a hard thing to talk about, right...? Losing family...

[Is this territory you want to enter, Iwa.]