Paul falls into the manly embrace with an equally manly little exhale, like someone socked lightly under the ribs. He digs his face into Johnny's shoulder for one moment and no longer, still not able to forget the low, tense sound of Robby's voice outlining all the ways that Johnny had let him down. It feels greedy to take this comfort, a shade illicit - but Johnny's arm shakes, and Paul remembers he's not the only one surely still thinking of that exact thing.

He's been trying to teach himself that care is not a finite thing. If he means that, he has to behave as if he believes it, and that he is not the sole exception to the rule in the universe that says a person can care about more than one person at once.

"I think that's one of the greatest challenges," Paul says, pulling back whenever Johnny is done, "It takes a real badass to host a family dinner."

It's a little bit a joke. It's a little bit not. It's a bright, focused goal, something achievable, and Paul has learned a great deal since the last time he tried to do this. He'll - they'll get it right, this time. For Johnny's sake, and for Robby's. For Tory and even LaRusso. For the House.

"We should invite everyone, I agree...and don't worry, sensei. I know what to do. It'll finally be my turn to teach you something."