A couple of hours later, Ken sat at the dining table and ate his dinner in silence. Every now and then he would look up at his father who seemed off.
He had barely spoken two words during the meal and any attempt to start conversation would end abruptly. Ken was growing increasingly worried as the night grew on, yet there was nothing that he could do to get his father to speak.
"Kenny, why don't you go to your room." His mother said, obviously wanting some alone time with his father.
Ken quickly scooped up the remaining rice in his bowl into his mouth and stood up from the table. It was clear that his dad wouldn't open up with him present, which meant it was probably something serious.
He wordlessly placed his bowl into the sink and went upstairs, leaving the two.
Yuki looked at Chris's plate of food which had hardly been touched and placed her hand on his shoulder with a worried expression.