Yeah, it was a lot to process. So so much. And how do two powerful demons process things when they weren't really the type to talk about their issues?

No idea. MK didn't know how. He went quiet and listened. The shoulder touch made him feel a little better. Not much but a little. A little went a long way though. He wiped his own eyes and a small smile returned to his face. He didn't know what else to say and was almost too tired suddenly to be funny or dumb. Something simple.

"Thanks, Red Son," The noodle boy said quietly as he followed his friend into the house. So they could do scans and have tea and process during all of that in the quiet that would settle in between them. As weird, heavy, and awkward as that might be.