You back out from the hospital parking lot, head hanging low. He really hasn't gotten any better and it's been months. You swallow, feeling a pit in your chest grow with anxiety for your grandfather.

Yuji lets out a quiet chirp of a meow from the passenger seat, big amber eyes studying you with curiosity. At least grandpa left you with his kitty. Maybe there could be some sort of silver lining to this when grandpa gets all better... if he gets all better.

Yuji seems to pick up on your anxiousness, meowing once more as he claws his way up the center console and into your lap as you drive.