There were so many pouts and fusses aimed at him, geez. He understood, but geez. "Really don't think either of you can tell me you wouldn't have done the same," he countered, meeting their pouts and protests with a soft look. "Don't think you'd call it trouble either."

Here came the soups. Please accept them, because the food was already made. There was nothing to be done about that. "I spent most of the time with both of you though, so don't worry that much. Just eat up, ok?" He was going to take a seat with them, and he wasn't going to be winded at all! Nope! He's going to tuck into some much needed food himself. Thanks for that food.