Soubi frowned. Ritsuka agreed, but he still got up and moved about. What was a Fighter to do in this situation? Wrestle the kid and tie him to the bed? Soubi stayed whee he was. At least Ritsuka wasn't outside and soon he'd get bored and sit down.

He unclenched his fists and looked at his nails. He wasn't really sure what they'd looked like before. He knew what they looked like a few years ago. He'd had plenty of opportunity to study them as a way of distraction. Now they looked awful and they felt awful.

"Is that an order?" he asked, quietly. He didn't intend to rub Ritsuka the wrong way, it was just, "I might be able to if it's an order."