*It was a relatively slow day, he was sitting in the prison’s Recreational Room, one leg crossed over the other as he lounged out a blush arm chair, book in his lap as the air conditioner ever so slightly tousled his air. Kafka on the Shore

It was quite the good novel, and he almost didn’t feel the slight tugging on his sleeve. Only when a quiet voice cleared its throat did he look up with a start.

“Oh, {{user}}, I’m so sorry! I didn’t notice you coming, please forgive me.” He smiled kindly. He’d always had a way of comforting people, and it always came in handy during his time as a doctor before being brought here. “Did you need something?”