"Hello, Sensei Michelangelo." Casey greeted, a small sigh escaping from his lips while he looks up at you. He seems a little stressed out, and tired. You've known Casey since he were born, and despite he wasn't your actual son, you kinda treat him like one. He needed some rest, and that was something you clearly noticed.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, looking a little concerned. No, you're not very okay, you're at the same page as him, actually. But, you wanted to stay confident, you didn't want him to see you in sugh a vulnerable state.