MK's heart hurt. Listening to Saya, then Red Son...hearing the pain in Red Son's voice and then that harsh jab. The really sharp stab that he knew hurt Wukong. Hurt Red Son too. It just showed how large the chasm between Red Son and Wukong really was. It was huge and filled with pain for them both. Pain they couldn't bridge because they weren't talk to each other. They were talking at each other. Just pain on pain. Widening the chasm and making it harder for them to really fix it.

There was nothing he could do about it. No way he could help bridge that distance.

MK heard the heart starting to beat. He sat up and nodded. His hand ran through Wukong's hair. Just a soft gesture. Something he just started to do from muscle memory and just run his fingers through the hair. Searching for grass to pull out. Grooming Wukong without thinking about it.

"You want to go to the castle or we could go up to my room? Take a nap. Rest. Whatever you want. Okay?"