Once, I wore a pair of pants to a meeting with Soryu that had worn knees. They needed patching.
He asked if I received a stipend. I said no. He said then we should get you new pants.
Don’t wear those pants again.
I said, jokingly, to the other person there: I guess I can’t wear these pants in front of Soryu.
He reiterated his point and then said, This isn’t about me.
I felt cared for. And it wasn’t about me either.