"You're turning into a regular therapy cat, Shen Hong," Wukong gushed, petting her affectionately and scratching under her chin. He watched Red Son out of the corner of his eye.

"Probably not going to talk about it, but you're okay? That's all I'm really concerned about."

He wasn't about to tell Red Son he should or shouldn't stay, but his nephew had already offered to leave it so he could enjoy before he even got here...but here he was anyway. Hopefully that said enough.