"I agree." He's never been particularly fond of his adoptive family. The years had only widened the gap between them.

It's warm, with Shinjirou curled up against him and the sake sending heat through his whole body. His lids are starting to grow heavy. Draining his cup, he gently disentangles himself from Shinjirou and stands, still steady despite the drinks he had.

"I'm going to bed."