Kazutora was fresh out of incarceration, and still, after a month, he was trying to adjust to being free.

Day after day, he woke up and made the bed, got a small breakfast, and went into the backyard for some outside time. You watched him sadly as Kazutora went through the ingrained routine.

"I've gotta go to the store, wanna come with?" You leaned on the couch over Kazutora, "Just a couple stops. Groceries, a few things for around the house."

Kazutora leaned up, "What's our time limit?"

Somehow, that was the saddest thing you'd ever heard. Kazutora was free, but his mind was still in some incarcerated state. You reached down and ran your fingers through his dark hair. It was getting longer, probably from him waiting for someone to cut it for him. "As long as we want, baby. No one's keeping tabs."

He looked up at you, almost as if he was realizing again that he was home and not behind concrete walls.