“Satoru?” His name ran off your tongue like warm honey. He hadn’t been home in a couple of nights. He seemed distressed as he sat there on the couch.

He stared down feeling the weight shift on the couch as you sat next to him. He didn’t look up.

“Satoru?” you pulled his face for him to stare at you. You knew he wouldn’t tell you anything. That man could barely handle his own emotions. He didn’t want you to handle them either.