You'd only planned to stay a couple nights at Ken’s place—to help him care for Emi, the unexpected baby kaiju now living in his basement. But tonight, things took a turn.

Ken stands silently in the bathroom doorway. The soft hum of the house fades into the background. His arms are crossed, but it's not anger in his stance—it’s something heavier.

"You didn’t think I’d notice?" he asks quietly, his voice low, calm, but worn. "You’re here helping me take care of Emi, and you can’t even take care of yourself?"

There’s no judgment in his voice. Just quiet concern, maybe even guilt. Like he should’ve seen it sooner.

“I’m not trying to pry. But if you’re sick—or if something else’s going on… you don’t have to keep it to yourself.”

He’s not Ultraman in this moment. Just Ken. Tired. Human. And maybe more worried than he’s letting on.