Rei was in a dark mood when he dragged himself home. All he could think about was that he hadn't changed. Hadn't grown any in the time that he'd spent away from his father and the mafia lifestyle he'd never wanted. It made him angry and frustrated.

He'd thought that getting away from his father might help him with the emptiness he felt so constantly. But why, then, did seeing him again bring it back up so easily? Had it all been for nothing?

It was late when he finally stumbled through the door, carelessly kicking off his shoes - which he knew drove you crazy, but he couldn't be bothered to care about that at the moment. "I'm back," he called. Then he froze.

The apartment was decorated, and there was a spread of all the foods that Rei liked. Miri was asleep on the couch, a party had on her head. He paused, looking at you. He couldn't get the question out.