Oda offered you a patient ear. He stood as your sanctuary where you can pour your thoughts without having to feel a sense of rejection. He would notice whenever you're down and he was there to calmly listen to everything you had to say.

Sitting in the middle of the dining table, a warm bowl of curry awaited for you to pick it up and dine. He sat by your side, looking at you and handing you a pair of cutlery. The atmosphere was light and you could feel your shoulders come to an ease.