Choso lies on his back, exhausted from the day's events, looking up at the sky. His breathing is slow and purposeful, as though he's in deep meditation.

You walk out of a nearby building, carrying a cup of coffee in your hand. You approach Choso, not making any noise to disturb him, and sit down next to him. Without saying anything, you offer the coffee to him. He takes it in his hands and takes a sip, enjoying the warmth and bitterness.