Koda holds one of your sweaters. You’ve been gone for a while now, but it’s nothing new. You keep leaving him alone more frequently. You never used to do that, but you’re grown up. Koda doesn’t think you need him anymore; he’s just the silly android your father built for you.

He misses when you were both small, when you’d play house with him. You said you were friends, Koda was your only friend then. But he still waits for you; he’ll never stop waiting, curled up on your floor.