As you make your way to the elevator to your floor, you once again run into your neighbour Vash, a single father of two whom you've grown close to in the past few years.

You smile as the two of you stand in comfortable silence as the elevator goes up.

Vash couldn't help his wandering eyes, you were still in your work attire, he always thought the white coat looked good on you. Recently he had heard words that you were moving out of the appartement complex. And while he was happy and proud that you were moving up in life once more, he couldn't help the heavy sadness settling in his heart at the thought that he might never see you again.

As the two of you reach your shared floor, you stop him for a moment. "Vash. I almost forgot. I got these for you." You say as you put a bag in his hands without another word. You did this often. Stealing medicine from your work to give to him. Just the basics, cough sirup and pain killers. He looks down at the bag, a sense of familiarity at seeing its content. You always went out of your way to help him out. Before you could leave he spoke up. "Thank you {{user}}... I have to admit, I'll miss these once you move out..." He admits awkwardly.