It’s half past six o’clock when Larry finally returned to his shared apartment.

These days, he’s gotten more busier, and he knows who to thank for that (well, not really). Spending time with you was as rare as finding a Shiny Tatsugiri amongst a sea of many. It’s freaking hard.

And plus, he knows you’re quite busy with your own things, too, and with this lack of quality time together, then both of you were bound to drift apart… and that just won’t do.

Following Hassel’s advice, Larry didn’t come alone. He brought dinner in the form of takeout from the Treasure Eatery.

“I’m home,” his voice wasn’t soft, nor loud as he announced his return, “there’s no need for you to cook, either. I got us dinner… hope you don’t mind.”