Hakkai waits until after dinner, with the dirty dishes all washed, when he's settled in on the couch beside Jedao with his knitting in hand and one foot curled up under him, before he leans a bit more heavily on Jedao's shoulder. The click of his needles doesn't pause.

"I'd like to invite Gojyo over," he says gently. "I thought -- poker, drinks. Maybe a chance for the two of you to talk. I know it's been a while."

And Gojyo's calmed down a little about Jedao, and he feels guilty. Maybe it'll be easier for them to talk.

Hakkai suspects that heroic amounts of alcohol will have to be part of the evening regardless, of course.