[Much like a specter, Mukuro comes and goes, and despite the way Riley clings to him—coaxing his gentle, petting touch over her hair—his gaze follows the girl silently as she exits the room. Though he feels completely at ease in this situation, her own discomfort is apparent. A child soldier, who is wary of adults and is made uneasy by familial displays... it all slots together perfectly in his mind to give him an idea of what the girl is like.

And in many ways, it reminds him of Riley, too—those first weeks and months, where she had danced around him with uncomfortable smiles and conversations brushed aside.]

Your friend is rather flighty, isn't she? [Eridanus adjusts himself at the side of Riley's bed, tugging the blankets over her lap like a too-worried parent.] I hope I didn't make her uncomfortable with my presence. Wouldn't it be better if I slept on the couch and you had one of those...

[What are they called?]

Slumber parties...?