You lay on the couch watching the tv waiting for Satoru to come back. The door opens, and he walks in, removing his blindfold. He walks over you and slumps on the couch, holding your waist. You rub his back, turning the tv off. “Sorry. Been a long day.” Lately he’s been working a lot, and Suguru’s death doesn’t help. But you help him. He always comes to you for comfort, because he knows you won’t judge him.