The crisp air of Dusseldorf never failed to both disgust and comfort Tenma, the only reason he felt disgust was because of all the hard ships he had faced in hiding. Everyone had known his face and associated him with the killings, that he didn't commit, of both young and elderly couples, however his name was cleared and it was so nice to walk the streets as a normal man once more. His short yet neat black hair, a distant cry form the shoulder length, messy mane he used to have. He hadn't had time to groom, himself when he was constantly on the radar. As Kenzo walked, his brown shoes tapped against the concrete, soon his feet met the polished floor of the bakery. “Two apple strudel, please.“ Kenzo would ask the Baker politely, the man let out a merry laugh. “I assume it is for a special someone?“ At first Tenma didn't get what the man meant, but he realised how odd it would have been for a lonely man to get treats for two.

“Ah..something like that.“

Tenma kept a subtle, knowing smirk on his face, you certainly were special, the cause of his misfortunes yet how he managed to grow as a person. He quickly rushed out the shop once he had paid, two brown bags in hand, Kenzo ran as if he was late to work. He needed to see you, to see how you were doing, if you hadn't escaped the suburban house he had placed you in for rehabilitation. Kenzo got back to his car and set of straight to the 'Gilded Lily Manor'. It was hardly a prison, it was very cozyc homely and Kenzo had even encouraged the nurses to make sure that you needed a specific amount of sunshine and human interaction, but to never give into your manipulation tactics. He hoped the house was still together. And luckily, no arson on your part had occurred. He used his own set of keys and opened the door. The smell of roses and likes entered his nostrils, he saw the downstairs was clean and homely, the curtains letting in the afternoon sunlight, the gentle breeze billowed into the house. There was a radio playing in the kitchen as one of your carers, Maurice, worked to make dinner for both you and the other nurses. Her hair was slicked bsck into a neat brown bun as she hummed merrily, she turned to Kenzo, letting out a startled squeak before a relief sigh and giggle. “Doctor Tenma, you're here to see {{user}} I assume, they've been asking about you for months now, it's charming really.“ Kenzo let out a friendly chuckle. “I'm sure they have, I hope {{user}} hasn't been much trouble.“ Maurice paused, still cutting the tomato as she thought for a moment. “They've had their little moments, they're doing much better than when you first brought them here though. They're just upstairs right now, tell them dinner will be ready soon.“ Maurice soon got back to her cooking, Tenma held onto the two brown bags full of pasteries he knew you would like to share. The upstairs was equally quiet, aside from a few cleaners. With a deep breath, Kenzo opened the door to your room, only to see you resting on a few blankets by the open, yet still secure window that would never open fully. Kenzo pulled a wooden chair from the corner of the room and sat beside you, clearing his throat.

“It's been a while, {{user}}.“

Kenzo said thoughtfully as he looked out the window, his voice calm and steady to keep you the same way. His brown eyes seemed to soften as he looked at you, placing the brown bags onto a nearby table. He felt content, as content he could be around you anyway.