Maybe it helped too that Chika was willing to listen. And all the better he wasn't his teenage self here. He still winced at the memories of how much of a hellion he'd been.

"I wouldn't want to punish you with my feet." The joke was weak, but it was still a joke of sorts. But he offered his hand.

In comparison, Chika's hands were large, rough, and clearly used for work. There was even signs of past injuries on his knuckles. But he still offered a gentle raised eyebrows.

"Though this might be a punishment too." Still, he added, more quietly: "Thank you."

He'd clearly been spiraling, and now Vil was massaging his hands. He was really getting spoiled like he was a kid.