Priorities happened. MK and Macaque deserved to have their time with Wukong. Likely Saya as well. And honestly, it was time he wanted them to have first. Because between caring for MK and giving space, he's been...

Thinking.

So the message comes later, after letting the others have a chance to settle their feelings.

With the message is a picture, a coffee table absolutely laden with peach themed foods, treats, and liqueurs. From cheap convenience store fair to desserts that cost a pretty penny.

And an address and a room number at a karaoke place of all things.

You can come and just take all the treats if that's what you want. I'm not forcing you to stay.

When he's dedicated, he's very good at finding anything.

Red Son opens the door and yep. There is definitely a bunch of peach flavored treats there. The room probably smells like a peach bath bomb. There was also more than just the peach buffet. There were also soft looking blankets in a corner and extremely cute stuffed animals and Shen Hong curled on top of the mound.

"It depends on what works, really," he said, closing the door after he was inside. Then he moved over to one of the single seats, furthest from the door, and let himself sit down. "Places like these, the rooms are fairly soundproof because." He gestures to the karaoke machine. "It has tv screens for videos. It isn't far to reach any snack or beverage place. And the way I figure it, between the various ticks and mental hang ups of the others, it could have easily slipped by where you haven't really let yourself process what happened. So...this is to offer you a space to process and figure out if you're okay."

"That is about what I figured." Macaque and Saya have experience that might be helpful, but Macaque is a minefield and Saya can lean into death is cheap. MK is allergic to hard talks. And Wukong doesn't like making his people sad.

Which meant he wasn't okay because Red Son has long figured that out.

"But that is why I'm...trying this," he said, gesturing around. "There's the food. There's Shen Hong." Who had come to curl up against Wukong as he sat down. "Blankets. Karaoke can be therapeutic. I have videos we can play from my phone, two monkey cop movies, a Halloween Special of that animated series, Dragon Girl's streams that contain heroics or just having fun, with a lot including Noodle Boy, a disturbing amount of cute animal videos now that I've catalogued them, and about a season of episodes of How It's Made." Guess why he has most of the videos. Thankfully he upgraded his memory storage a decade ago.

"Or you could talk, scream. Whatever. Because it is....difficult, going from feeling nothing could touch you, and being shown that is not the case," he said, playing with the end of his jacket. The Fire wasn't quite the same, but it's close enough to get an idea.

"Nothing said here will leave this room," he promised. "And if I feel the need to fight you, I'll leave before I start. Or I can leave and let you enjoy the snacks and videos and Shen Hong, just drop her off back home, or pick up other things through the night or..." He waves a hand in the air. "I don't know, that was all I could think of for options."