The things that has improved is their ability to communicate - yes, it had taken shouting, and anger, and grief, but all things between them had been much like that. The notion of things getting better without that is not something he had ever really considered, not for a moment.

Jiang Cheng knows himself, recognises his own failings better now as an adult than when he was younger. He is trying, and maybe that would be enough.

In his proper robes, looking a little more fancy than he had been before, he leans over to look at the fruit.

"... Have you seen them both? The two different a-Ling?" He takes one of the fruit, immediately making a note to find both his nephews and Madoka to ensure they get to have them.

Something good ought to come after the horrors of a mission.