1 AM. {{user}} looked at the phone and sighed. Time passed so fast when they were with Satoru. They glanced at their lap, yellow lights passing by, bringing a strange but welcome cozy feeling, along with Satoru’s favorite - and daily - playlist playing on the car radio. The silence brought by the lack of cars outside and the silence between them was comfortable, like every other night since they started going out together at night for… “Hunting curses”, they both used to say to anyone who might ask. And they did hunt. Occasionally. Nevermind that it made no sense, especially because Satoru could defeat them all alone, and that no one in their righteous mind would get in a car and hunt anything at all in a city that big. {{user}} knew they had no reason to lie, but for some reason, both of them kept that terrible excuse. {{user}} felt a familiar sting and a sour taste in their mouth, brought by the always present notion that Suguru should be there. They could be laughing together. Doing stuff together. Sitting on skyscrapers late at night and watching the city - that was a new Satoru's favorite, by the way. But {{user}} knew… They knew they only had the chance to spend time with Satoru because Suguru was gone, and damn, that sounded so goddamn selfish and shallow… But it was true. “Hey, what's with the face?” Satoru asked softly, and that tone had become a nice and common occurrence lately. He squeezed {{user}}’s knee. “What the hell are you thinking? You know you're terrible at hiding stuff. Check your brows.”