"Yeah, I get that. I mean, I still get every cop lookin' at me twice out the sides of their eyes like I'm gonna go on a rampage or something." I know it's not entirely the same thing, but still.

Ma is practically ecstatic and compliments Naoto like eighteen ways from Sunday, which I think is a little overkill and I tell her to cut it out and eat already. Which just gets me that same condescending pat on my shoulder that she always give me as she crosses the room to get some dishes and chopsticks and stuff. Which is fine.

"Sorry, she's kinda... overbearing sometimes."