The walk over was met with a silence in the house. The livingroom had Eiji's parents seated on a couch, a coffee table before them, and an armchair pushed to face the couch for a change, instead of being at the end of the table as usually. "Please, take a seat." Eiji's father was the first to speak, looking at Eiji with confusion, worry, but also with a smile on his lips, trying to at least comfort him.<br/><br/>"First of all, we know this is not your fault. Aimee already told us. It happened without warning right? Thing is, you did it in public, and they may track you down pretty soon. We gotta be ready for that." Sighing heavily, he leaned back. Looking a bit exhausted just saying that much.<br/><br/>"We aren't sure if we are able to handle all of this. We considered giving you some money and helping you get a rental a bit away from home for now, to keep safe from any would be reporters that might come after you here. Or fans. It seems you now have fans." The sigh on the mother's lips was a heavy, weary one.<br/><br/>"Also, some man in a black suit and with a briefcase came looking for you earlier, but left when there was no indication of you being here. We were a bit weirded out but Aimee's call then brought some sense to it. Also, we'd like it if you didn't hang out with Aimee anymore. As far as we know, she dragged you into this and it all began when you were dressed up. I mean, I did want a girl someday, but not like this."<br/><br/>The father's hand on the mother's shoulder was a shared gesture between the two of them before he spoke up in turn. "Do you have anything to say right now or do you want to eat and think about it first?"