the kids are alright (and so are we) (слэш)

“He is Osamu’s age,” is what Fukuzawa says. “Do you reckon they’ll want to meet each other?”
Right on cue, they hear Dazai's bedroom door open and then close, followed by the sound of a pair of feet walking down the stairs. Mori watches their son emerge from the edges of sleep, hair unkempt and sticking out in various directions. He looks outside again and sees their new neighbors and the kid with red hair, chatting about one thing or the other.
“Yes,” Mori says. “Perhaps they’ll even be great friends.”