[ They see that play of reactions with a subtle clenching of their heart. The man never has been capable of guarding his reactions, and it's difficult not to seek every shifting sign. Difficult not to wonder over the meaning of each; to half-grasp toward meanings, and to brush against the uncertainties inherent in assumption.

(What, precisely, caused Sen to set down the phone. And what catches his breath, or closes his eyes? And why. And what can be done?)

What can Rin do, save watch, and suppress a flickered worry - flickered sorrow - and allow themself the slightest smile at the sight of Sen nodding, reading, nodding.

There is no other like him; truly. ]

My past and present selves thank you.

Incorrigible, loquacious man. Luminous in all of your ragged glory.

Forever welcome in my home.

[ Looking at their phone or a moment, head cocked and again, smiling slightly before adding a line— ]

Which is, as well, your own.

[ They send the message, pocketing the phone and looking up to face a query from a passerby. It's a matter regarding the latest shipment of liquor, quickly relayed, pleasantly address. And after, Rin moves - step light, step purposeful - toward the couch on which a certain not-mongrel is currently ensconced. Places their hands at the back of the sofa, arms spread, posture easy, smile now more than slight, smile now tuned with the mischief of a grin. ]

That it should come to this!

How far have I traveled, to meet you here, on this sofa? What hardships have I endured for the sake of fishing for compliments? Ah, Sen, you bring me low.

I believe it is the birthright of every null, to have their vanity stroked. Would you deny me this privilege, Senan? Could you act so in opposition to fate?

[ They are very, oh very much enjoying themself. And fixing the fullness of their attention on Sen, and on Sen only. ]