early morning. oda smells like cigarettes and death - half-buttoned shirt, the trigger and the beginning of the beginning - and just wants to go home after a shift. a kid is sitting on his porch.

you - a flighty moth that flies into the dark.

he tries to ignore you. on such kids - "noones", "abandoned" is carved on your forehead - you shouldnt pay attention at all.

"are you alone?" - oda fishes his keys out of his pocket and gently nudges you with his foot. you dont know if he wordlessly wants you to go away or wants you to come in, but the choice is yours.