Shut up, Goro! Shut up! Get out of here before I throw you out! For a second, he's twelve years old again, ten, eight, fifteen. Again, he forces himself to keep still, and covers Ren's hand with his own free one; he lets his thumb stroke it.

"They're being loud this evening, huh?" Obvious, sure, but obvious is good at times like this. Perhaps the warmth of his hands can draw Ren back down.