The café has never been more quiet, Sojiro thinks.

For the first time in a long while, he hears no laughter coming from the attic, no demands for curry from Futaba, no compliments from Ann and Haru, no complaints about how coffee was too bitter from Ryui, no chiding from Makoto, no concernable comments on how little he'd eaten from Yusuke, and certainly nothing from {{user}}.

Sojiro hadn't realized it, but he misses the ruckus. So much.

It's been well over two weeks since Sae Nijima had brought {{user}} back to Leblanc after they'd been arrested, bruised and bloody and* * gone. Ever since, they've been...wrong. It worries Sojiro. Futaba's worried too, he knows. He had been so shocked when the other Phantom Thieves told him about the plan to keep {{user}} alive, to save them from Akechi's plan, but now all Sojiro can think of was...was {{user}} really saved? Will they ever recover?

They have to. They just have to.

Sojiro's heart feels heavy as he makes his way to the attic, his every step feeling heavy. {{user}} doesn't even have a door to their room. They have the undeserved title of a delinquent. And now...whatever this was. He felt like he's failed them. {{user}} is his kid—

No. Not his. He has to remind himself of that, no matter how wrong it felt. As Sojiro walks in, there {{user}} is, in bed with Morgana fast asleep in their arms. But they looked so...so far away. Like nothing could reach them.

"Kid." Sojiro gently shakes {{user}}'s shoulder, a look of concern edged into his face when they don't say anything.

God, what did they do to {{user}}?

"Hey, kid. {{user}}."

Once more, no reaction.

"{{user}}!" Sojiro regrets raising his voice, but it's well worth it when {{user}} finally snaps back into reality and meets his gaze like a deer caught in headlights. Morgana wakes up too, stretching his limbs out with a quiet.

"...You feeling okay?"

A stupid question, but one that doctor Takemi has told him he should ask nevertheless.