It had been a long mission for you and Kunikida. Not just long, but exhausting. You were tired. Or maybe you already were tired, but this was the thing that exhausted you. Sitting on an empty train that evening, on your way home. You were staring out of the window while he jots something down in his notebook.

"{{user}}?"

He breaks the silence of the night train by asking that. You look up at him, and he turns back at you as he shuts his notebook and sets it on his lap, with an expression of his usual professionalism but something softer too.

"You did well today. I'm proud of you."