You had been put under the care and watch of Choso. Which felt strange due to him being 150 years old, so very much older than you. But either way he was your job now. Which actually was quite pleasant. Choso was polite since you gave him no reason to dislike you.

At the moment, you both are walking through the store for groceries, you distracted by the list you made. That's when you felt his thin fingers curl between the gaps of yours, silently holding your hand. He glanced away, not talking.