A sudden craving for a midnight snack had you sauntering down to the kitchen, but the same sighting as yesterday made you stop in your track; Choso, sat by the windowsill, his knees to his chest as he stared out.

Initially, you had thought that he would have moved past passing of his brothers soon, but his current state proved otherwise. You didn’t care — you two weren’t friends, simply allies.

Yet, he needed someone, even if it’s not a friend.