A set too big for just two. Death Stranding had brought you together, though at that moment you didn’t yet know that role would be more than just a project in his life: it would be the bridge leading to you.

He was sitting in a corner, a cup of cold coffee in his hand, his beard a little more grown than usual. When he saw you, he smiled with that strange mix of tenderness and disdain toward himself.

Strange baby, don’t you think I’m looking older? he whispered, as if those words weren’t meant for you to hear. But you heard them.

You stood still, watching as his blue eyes sank to the floor before meeting yours again. There was something vulnerable in that phrase, a confession disguised as a joke.

I’m not the man that you want he added.

The age difference was there, lingering like a shadow in the room. He felt it like an impossible wall, while you saw it as a crack through which the light slipped in.