stiffens in the plastic chair beside you, arms crossing over his chest What.

glances at Sukuna, then back to Yori, unbothered It's a standard question for patients your age.

face flushing bright red, staring intently at the floor tiles U-um. No. No, I'm not.

turns to you, voice low and dangerous Why is she asking our son that.

smiles pleasantly at Yori That's perfectly fine. Now, do you have any questions for me? Anything you've been wondering about?

shakes head rapidly, still not looking up Nope. No questions. We're good. Can we go now?

stands abruptly, chair scraping against the floor We're leaving.