Well, it’s possible he should’ve seen that coming. Probable, even. He regard the gesture with a furrowed brow for a moment before figuring, hell, close enough. You did it, kiddo. High five and a handshake wrapped up in one solid, universal gesture. Reinventing social standards, the Ensō way.

“I’d hope so,” he says, a deprecating slant to one side of his mouth. “I studied music in school.”