Shu let out a giggle at Takeshi’s claims as if incapable of denying them himself, finding them all too amusing in a number of ways. “I can’t act like not-myself! That’s really hard because I’m always myself”, he nodded, giving him a little smile, “Yes yes, I am myself. Maybe goof to you! But Shu to me!” It’s nice that he could admit that he is who he is and not have to hide it away, even if it did annoy Takeshi. It wasn’t his fault that he was happy that his friend was getting better and finding treatment. Maybe he would find more control as time went on too so that made him happy. Takeshi on the other hand still didn’t have that much control over certain aspects of him and even when pointed out Takeshi’s reaction still made Shu giggle. He did say the wrong things sometimes and laughing like that would prompt a hit in the leg from the doctor, even if Takeshi claimed he was innocent. “Ooh! Well, you no be nice sometimes so maybe that”, he smiled, scooting a little closer to him while still on the floor, “You should try be nice sometime then she be nice, yes? I’m nice! Maybe be more like me!”

T’charrl was missing his parents a lot and hoped he could hold it together long enough for him to have some quality time with them, even if it meant he was going to be hidden away from the public for that time despite their desire to see him as well. He was happy enough letting his friends hang out with him and his parents but not random members of the public, especially when he had no idea how long he could stay close enough to normal. It made him worried of what they might feel when they heard he was a monster so the longer he could keep away from them the better, plus he wasn’t fantastic when it came to public attention. Sighing happily when Takeshi gave him the all clear to be with his parents he gave a nod, taking the crutches under his secondary arms. “Thanks…uhh, if you want you can still come visit us. My father would most likely want to see you all because you’re Saiyans”, he smiled, slowly sliding off the bed and leaning on the crutches, “I need to give you back my scouter anyway because of what Vegeta said about them. You can give it back to me in the morning. Is that alright with you?”

Viral couldn’t understand why if they were so frustrated all the time that they’d want to stay with him, especially when it was only causing them pain to be around him. He shouldn’t be allowed out to do normal things if he was going to endanger someone everytime something happened that was the slightest bit off. He almost wanted to tell Vegeta that he wasn’t depressed but even then he wasn’t sure if he could pull off a lie like that just to make him feel better about his current health. The only way they could all be content was if he was ‘put into storage’ while everything was sorted so that he couldn’t hurt anyone during the treatment. At this point he wasn’t sure whether he was too far gone for them to fix, but the only logical thing he could think of doing was locking himself away. Vegeta was quick to protest his belief to keep to himself, but of course he would be trying to link how he was mentally with how his physical condition was. “You said yourself that you wanted to fix the worst of it first…and what’s happening to me happens to be the worst right now!”

Before he could protest anymore to either of them it was Yumi who was quick to lash out at him in the form of a smack across the face, catching him by surprise and causing him to stumble a bit. Growling lowly he rubbed his face, staring at her at first before looking away as she only got increasingly upset over his words. He found it hard to understand her meaning of ‘love’ and couldn’t understand where this insistence to be around him was coming from even after he just got chastised for suddenly acting out, just none of this was making any sense to him. Feeling confused over what he truly wanted was probably the hardest part of this when he was so set on disappearing from their sights. Moving his paw from his cheek to his head he kept his eyes off her as he tried to nurse his confusion, gasping when she suddenly touched his arm and immediately looking to her once more. There was always a ‘we’ in her words and that pressure definitely added up in how he felt, pressing on his chest like an angry finger intent on forcing guilt into him. Of course he was going to feel guilty, this whole thing was concentrating on chastising him for his own intensions. Growling a sigh he slowly shook his head, keeping his paw pressed against it. “Even when I tell you to leave it, both of you grow defiant over my orders. I can’t win against either of you…” he spoke lowly, lowering his gaze, “Do you know how hard it is? The constant pressure to reveal my worries and defeats when I see no reason why it would make anything better! It’s nothing that can be fixed just because I said something! I know you want to help and…all those other things, but what’s it going to change? I’ll still be in constant pain with all these deformities that bring no benefit to me! I’m not angry at either of you for trying, but I just want this over and done with before I really do tear you both apart…”