All my friends went and passed out

Hattori prided himself as a reasonable man, the sort who didn't make things more complicated than they needed to be. He had no doubt made mistakes in his past and made a right mess of things, but he felt as though he had turned over a new leaf. Mellowed out somewhat after his deeds of the long night. At least here new beginnings could be forged, like the sprouts of young bamboo. He was confident that Hage would fit in well here, that this could be his new home. He simply needed to make an effort, which he seemed to be both capable and willing to do.