"I've got a better idea," Genma said, and picked up his tea again. "I'll put on some pop music--do you like Ai-Ai-Aiyumi?--and get out the nail polish, and play teenage girl with you. Cause we're in my place, so heading back isn't really an option. We're already here." He smiled and cocked his head to one side.

Raidou was tearing the bean cake into crumbs. Tense and so distracted he didn't even remember whose apartment they were in? He definitely needed to talk, not clam up. Otherwise there'd probably be nightmares.

Genma really hated those nightmares.

"Anyway, you've done the parent thing with your brothers, so it's obviously something more than just having to tote around a sullen teen. Tell me about the kid. Or whatever's on your mind. I promise not to spread rumors to the mean girls."