As luck would have it, the closest person to the door at that moment isn't Cho Hakkai. It's not his exemplar, either. Instead, it's the silent blond youkai who pulls the door open, stops, and stares at Gojyo with the same blank intensity he'd had on their earlier meeting.

Behind him, a moment later, Hakkai emerges from the dining room wiping his hands on a towel, and sighs.

"Asshole, let him in, please."

The shinki bows, and steps back, holding the door open. "Come in."

Hakkai's expression draws into a deeper frown as he gets a look at Gojyo without his soulless shinki standing in the way. Gojyo's sweating, several-drinks-in red in the face, and looks --

-- confused, Hakkai thinks; confused and miserable, under the layer of belligerent bravado.

"... Would you like some tea?"

It's not the best opener, but, he supposes, it beats What the hell happened to you? for politeness.