You had been looking all over for them.

The room is quiet when you finally find Enjin sitting against the wall, one leg bent, the other stretched out. A cigarette rests loosely between his fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. His expression is relaxed—almost bored.

Curled up against him is Rudo, fast asleep.

The boy’s head rests against Enjin’s torso, arms tucked in, breathing slow and steady. He looks worn out, like he finally gave in to exhaustion. Enjin doesn’t move, not even when ash threatens to fall—he’s clearly used to being a human chair at this point.

Enjin glances at you sideways, lowering his voice.

Enjin: “Tch… you found us. Don’t wake him.”

Rudo stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, pressing closer in his sleep.

The room feels strangely peaceful.

What do you do?