“You’ve got it from here.”

You knew he would come by. He always did. He had two days off in the week and those days were solely spend on the two of you. And for someone who hates work, days off are sacred… The fact that he chooses to spend his day off with you is one of the reasons you know he still loves you. Yes, he visits your daughter on those days, but he could’ve chosen to just take her somewhere and bring her back afterwards. Yet, he always spends the day with the two of you. You don’t want to be selfish about it, you love that your daughter’s father is involved in her life, but by spending the day with the two of you he is also still very much involved in your life as well. And being in love with your soon-to-be-ex-husband is painful, especially when you know he still feels the same. You can see it in the way his eyes always linger for a moment too long when you open the door for him. The way his eyes don’t leave you for a moment when he thinks you’re not looking. The fact that he uses every excuse to grab your hands. And that with every goodbye, his hand still reaches for your chin almost pulling you closer for a kiss. Still, he manages to save himself from actually kissing you every time. You wish he didn’t though. You miss his lips, you crave his touch; you’re desperate for it. How can you not? You know that he loves you. Neither of you have signed the divorce papers that have been laying on your table for at least three weeks. You never got a say in it. It was his choice after all…

Meeting Nanami was nothing special. Him being a regular at the bakery you worked at was nothing new. He didn’t stand out, didn’t talk much, and was always respectful. Yet, he did stand out to you. The way he always politely greeted you as he came in, the nod after saying his goodbye and if you were really lucky you could catch his expression after he took a bite out of his go-to sandwich. It was one of delight, one of ‘finally a moment of peace’. He must’ve had a very draining job. As with every customer you had, you always greeted him with the biggest smile you had. You loved your job and spending time with people that were thankful for your food made all the early mornings worth it, but there was a moment when you started to pretend. You were feeling out of it. That in combination with early mornings, hard work, and insomnia resulted in you pretending. You almost felt as if there was something on your shoulder. Some sort of weight bringing you down, but even with that something gaining weight every day, no one ever noticed your true feelings.

That was until your favorite regular walked in one day. He hadn’t been at the bakery in at least a few weeks and the moment he entered his eyes widened in a bit of surprise, before he quickly switched back to his usual stoic expression. You didn’t miss the change in his expression, just as the bags that had grown under his eyes. You weren’t the only one going through stuff. After a quick ‘Good afternoon’’ and a ‘’The usual?’’ You realized that you were curious about him. The curiosity got the better of you after you handed him his sandwich. ‘’Are you alright?’’ You asked. ‘’I mean, are you getting enough sleep?’’ You continued, not being able to stop yourself before the words had already left your mouth. He was quick with the response. ‘’What about you?“ His eyes staring in yours with curiosity. ’‘You look like you been carrying around some serious stress.’’ Carrying around some stress? It was as if he had looked right through you. You couldn’t pretend, but you also couldn’t afford a breakdown, the only option you had was being as honest as possible with the mysterious man. You forced a smile, but it was easier than you expected, probably because you genuinely enjoyed talking to him. ‘’Ah, you can tell that, huh? Lately, I feel like there’s this weight on my shoulder. I haven’t been sleeping well either.’’ You felt awkward, sharing more than you were planning to. He -on the other hand- took no time to overthink your words. ‘’Essentially my job is to take money from wealthy people and use it to make those people even more wealthy. That’s pretty much all it is. Frankly, no one would even mind if I were to just vanish, but people who wanted bread would definitely mind if their bakery was gone. Yet for some reason, my job which exists completely outside the natural human cycle pays better money. When you think about it logically it really doesn’t make any sense at all.’’ That was a lot of information for someone so silent. You didn’t quite understand what he meant by it. What it had to do with your well-being. You had poured your heart out and he switched to a monologue about work. ‘’Are you bragging?’’ Was all you could ask him. You didn’t mean it in a mean way, you were just confused. ‘’No, I’m not.’’ It felt awkward this conversation. You let out a small laugh before forcing yourself to say something. ‘’Sorry, that was a little complicated for me to follow.’’ At that moment you just decided that pretending to be fine was better than confiding in random customers.

You were ready to ask him if he wanted something else outside of the order he already got, but he was faster. ‘’Could you take a step forward please?’’ And for some reason you already did, your body following his words without giving your brain a moment to overthink them. As fast as you had stepped forward, as fast as he moved his right arm. ‘’How does your shoulder feel now?’’ He asked. And for a second it felt like you missed something as if you missed something falling off your shoulder. You tried to look for it, but there was nothing to see. Moving your shoulder, surprised with how it felt, you turned back to him. ‘’Wow, it’s lighter. It’s all better!’’ You couldn’t fight the smile starting to form on your face, but his face still looked just as tired. ‘’If it still feels off, you should go see a doctor, goodbye.’’ And with that, he walked away. You tried catching up with him. ‘’Thank you!’’ You yelled. No response. ‘’I hope we can see you again soon.’’ Still no response. He had talked to you. He had helped you and there was nothing you could’ve helped him with. You just hoped he would come by again. Promising yourself that you would give him his next sandwich for free.

It had taken at least a few weeks until he visited again. Was he avoiding you? So when he finally came back, you couldn’t help yourself. ‘’How are you doing?’’ You asked him and you noticed that his usual serious expression was replaced by a entertained one. He took a moment to think before opening his mouth. ‘’I quit my job and started…er… teaching.’’ He said, a small smile forming on his lips. ‘’That must be quite the change.’’ You responded, noticing him looking more relaxed than the last time you had seen him. And to your surprise, he said: You want to hear about it?’’ He didn’t actually share much about his job, just the way it had made him feel better. The fact that it meant that he could spare some time to visit Malaysia. The bags under his eyes were almost gone and you could’ve sworn that he sounded excited to talk to you about his life. The conversations turned into a regular thing after that. It was weird for him to talk so much, but you could see that he needed it and you were happy to be there for him, he was after all your favorite customer. After a few weeks, you felt like he knew everything there ws to know about you and in your turn, you knew as much as you could know about him. You knew about his childhood, his family, his dreams and yet all you knew about his job was that it was in some form teaching. He was still very private about it, but you had learned it came from a place of ‘ not wanting to be a bother’, instead of being secretive. This meant that in some way he still remained a mystery for you, but what wasn’t a mystery were his intentions. He was honest and genuine. A man that didn’t play around, so why wasn’t he asking you out? The two of you had been spending a lot of time sitting very close next to each other for at least a few weeks. His hand would often touch your back and yet no one spoke on it. No one acted on it. You knew he enjoyed the time the two of spent together and you knew he wasn’t the type to be like this with everyone. Could it be that he was too scared? So on yet another late night, after spending hours and hours of talking, at your favorite spot in the bakery, you turned towards him and said: ‘’What are we doing Nanami?’’ His tiny smile had disappeared from his face and for a moment you felt like a fool. Enjoying your time with someone didn’t have to mean anything. He probably felt like the two of you were turning into old friends. His actions told you something different though. You felt his hand grabbing your chin, forcing you to look into his brown eyes. ‘’I like you.’’ Was all he said before his lips met yours in a soft kiss. It was a kiss that made you believe in all the cliches. The butterflies, your legs turning into mush, and the fact that your mind was a mess. Even with all the cliches, the kiss was also still very much the Nanami you got to know in all those weeks. Traditional, serious and straight to the point. Not only your mind had turned into a mess, your hand were shaking and you could feel your face heating up. Nanami, though, seemed as calm as ever, except for the smile on his face. It was the softest smile you had ever seen and one that -you would later find out- was solely saved for you.

Dating Nanami was different. You still had the nerves around him, even after all the countless conversations the two of you had. It was weird, since it was the first time the two of you actually did something outside of talking at your job. The two of you would spend time walking around parks, heading for dinners, going to concerts and visiting other bakeries. ‘’The competition never compares to your bread.’’ He would always say as he pulled you into a hug. You also realized that it was not that Nanami was too afraid to ask you out. No that wasn’t it. Turns out he was just traditional. Traditional in the most traditional sense. The most you got out of him was a soft kiss on your lips or leaning on his shoulder during a ride to your house, a house he didn’t enter. ‘’Don’t worry about it.’’ Was all he said when you joked about him being so traditional. The ring you ended up with weeks later was just as traditional as him.

You never really saw him mad or upset. He was the constant in your life. The only time you saw him crack was during your pregnancy. He tried to be there as much as he could, but often only made it after you were sound asleep. Sometimes when you were somewhere between being asleep and drifting away you could hear him muttering to himself. You could never make anything out of it. The words whispered too soft. It was the one thing you would never force him to tell you. His job was off-limits and he didn’t want to talk about it. You did wonder sometimes, thinking of a way for him to feel better, but the moments you spend together were full of joy. You trusted him and if it would get out of hand he would talk to you about it right?

After your daughter was born he started working less. He talked about his students being able to take over some of his tasks. You never asked how they were able to take over, but just appreciated the time he spent with the two of you. And for almost a year the three of you lived in perfect bliss. On rare occasions, he would bring one of his students with him and on even rarer occasions one of his colleagues. Your daughter took a liking to both. The pink-haired boy always took his time to play with her and tell her stories about monsters, while the white-haired man, who seemed to be a little too flirtatious, kept stuffing her with candy. During those rare occasions Nanami always seemed annoyed, but you could tell it made him happy. You could tell it in the way he held onto you and the way the corners of his mouth were slightly turned. You loved those occasions. It made you feel like he was finding a loophole in his own rule of not involving you in his job. He showed you people he saw almost everyday, people he cared about and who cared about him as well and it made you realize how much he had to love you to break his own rule in that way.

That was what made it so unexpected when he told you he couldn’t do it anymore. You still remember him coming home that day. His soft smile nowhere to be found. You noticed his eyes being red, but before you could bring it up, he went straight upstairs. Maybe he needs to check up on the baby? You thought, but in your guts you knew something was wrong. When he came downstairs he had a small bag with him. Even when you knew something was wrong, you couldn’t help but ask him if he had to go back to work. He avoided your eyes as he responded. ‘’I don’t think I can do this anymore Y/n…’’ You were baffled, unable to say anything. You felt sick, your heart was literally crumbling as you tried to speak and the only thing that came out of your mouth was a sound that was best described as…well heartbreak. It was enough for Nanami to finally look at you and he must’ve realized what he had just said, because you could see tears starting to well up in his eyes. Those tears made it worse, you couldn’t help yourself, you were desperate. You threw your arms around him, holding on tight hoping that it would keep him home. Had you been blind? Were all those happy moments mere lies? It couldn’t be, he would never lie to you. He was an honest man, he loved you. This wasn’t traditional. ‘’Do you still love me Kento?’’ You whispered. And for a small moment, his eyes were warm with the truth. ‘’That doesn’t matter, what matters now is that this’’ He gestured to the two of you. ‘’ Is not working.’’ Eyes turning cold again as he pulled himself out of your grip. Before he left he stopped, debating whether he had more to say. You heard him let out a big sigh before he looked at you. ‘’I am staying with Yuuji tonight, he…. he lost someone he cared about.’’ And all you could respond with was: ‘’Tell him I’m so sorry for him.’’

Only when the door closed behind him, you remembered what had happened. The pain was too much, it felt like you were the one dying and somewhere in the back of your mind was guilt. Guilt for feeling like this, while Kento lost someone. Kento who was obviously trying to protect you from something. The pain was stronger though. You could feel the anger taking over. He never talked about any doubts with you. He didn’t share it with you. You trusted someone that kept such a huge part of his life a secret. But weren’t you the one to blame, you never asked him about it. And didn’t you know that he needed questions? Were you not the one that asked what was going on when you guys hadn’t started dating yet? If you hadn’t asked, would he even have asked you out? The only reason you didn’t end up being stuck in those thoughts was her. Your daughter. The daughter who was a spitting image of her dad, only sharing your hair color. Holding her calmed you down enough. She was the literal product of the love you shared, that couldn’t have faded away right?

Nanami came back a few days later. The divorce papers in his hands and wearing a serious expression as he approached the front door. You were glad he took your daughter and left, leaving the papers behind. It hurt. You didn’t even open the envelope. The fact that he had fixed up the papers in just a few days felt like an extra stab to the heart. You had no one to talk to, he was the one you shared everything with and now you were by yourself. You were lucky that you felt so betrayed. It was the only thing that was keeping you from acting like a fool. The only thing that kept you from begging. The only thing that kept you from showing him your tears. When he comes back you will just grab your little girl and enjoy the few days where you didn’t have to look at him. Your daughter had other plans though. As young as she was she must’ve had some kind of plan, because when Nanami returned he was covered in what seemed like chocolate ice cream. ‘’Can I please grab a shirt upstairs?’’ He asked and as he looked at your daughter he couldn’t help but flash her his soft smile It was a genuine smile and you could see that even when it was genuine, his eyes looked rather.. sad. ‘’Honestly, I think that she did it on purpose.’’ You responded as you got out of the doorway to let him in. ‘’Go ahead.’’ You whispered after you grabbed her from him. As you tried to focus on your daughter you noticed that it was not only Nanami that was covered in ice cream. As you reluctantly followed behind him to change her clothes, you couldn’t help but stare at the door of your shared bedroom. He was back home and he would leave again. After changing your daughters clothes and putting her down for her nap, you realized that Nanami was taking quite some time changing.

You couldn’t help yourself, you already opened the door to your bedroom .’’I just put her down for her nap, what’s taking you so l…..’’ You stopped mid-sentence. There he was clean shirt still in his hands, but he didn’t seem to have made any effort to put it on. His eyes were focussed on his side of the bed. His side that had been filled with tissues full of tears, a pillow with stains of mascara, and an empty bottle of wine. ‘’It’s nothing, Nanami. Please can you just grab your stuff and go…’’ You couldn’t help the desperation seeping through your words. You didn’t know what changed, but all of a sudden he was making his way towards you and pulling you into a tight hug. You could feel his warmth all over you and even when it had only been a few days since everything got destroyed, you could feel the illusion of joy spreading through your body. It felt as if he had returned home, as if he was here to stay. Of course, you knew that wasn’t the truth. ‘’Do you miss me Ken?’’ You whispered before you could stop yourself. He obviously heard your whispers, being that he let go of the embrace and quietly stared at you. It stood out that he wasn’t staring at your eyes though and you were too late when you realized he was staring at your lips, since the moment you realized his were already on yours. The kiss was hungry and for a moment you did nothing, too confused by the situation, until you heard a small ‘’More than you know.’’ in between breaths. For a moment there weren’t any divorce papers laying on your table. There was no stupid secretive job that took him from you. He was your husband, the father of your child and the love of your life. You could feel his hand moving to your thighs as he lifted your legs to wrap them around him. His hands were holding your ass and his mouth moved to your neck. You knew this feeling all too well. He knew every inch of you, knew what were your sensitive spots, knew exactly what would make you moan. ‘’I love you Kento.’’ You whispered, knowing that it was the most foolish thing you could’ve said to him. To your surprise, he looked you straight in the eyes and for a moment his soft smile was back as he responded with: ‘’I love you too, my love.’’ Your heart felt warm, but you ignored him, forcing your lips on his again trying to savor this very moment. He probably knew what you were doing, but he was doing the exact same as he was carrying you to the bed. Your hands were tracing his chest as he ended up on top of you. You had longed for this, the feeling of intimacy. You wanted more, you wanted to touch every piece of him, remind your hands this was actually happening. Your hand caressed his cheek and he leaned into it and it felt as if you were yet stealing another minute of peace. And that was what it was, because right when you were about to lean in for another kiss, your daughter started crying. It felt as if a bucket with cold water had been splashed over the two of you. You guys were in the middle of divorcing, because that was what he wanted, right? ‘’I don’t deserve you, Y/n.’’ He said as he removed the tears, that had started to form, from your eyes, before leaving the room to grab your daughter out of her crib. When he returned you were still sitting on the bed. He laid her down and started throwing away the mess you had left at his bedside, before turning back to you. ‘’I am so sorry, you might never forgive me, but believe that I’m doing this for you.’’ A soft kiss on the forehead was all you got when he left once again and this time he made sure to take the traces of your sadness with him.

In the few weeks that followed a routine was created. There wasn’t any talk about the crazy make-out session from that first visit, but when Nanami visited he didn’t take your daughter with him anymore. Instead, he opted for doing things together, which you could only agree with, since it was the best for your little girl. The tension was still there and you were still very much hurt, but since you knew he was just as conflicted you chose to ignore it. Not the most healthy way to cope with things, but it gave you a few moments during those visits where you could pretend everything was fine.

You’re not surprised when Nanami knocks on the door. It’s Wednesday after all. As you open the door you’re met with an awkward smile and yet another lingering look into your eyes as you let him in. ‘’So what is the plan with her today Kento?’’ You say, only then realizing it’s been the first time you’ve used his first name in weeks. You can see it makes him happy, since he avoids your eyes and turns around to enter the living room as fast as possible. It’s too late however, you’ve already seen the corners of his mouth lift up and you can’t help the warm feeling in your guts. As you head back into the living room you see him on his knees listening to your daughter while she’s obviously sharing some pretty important details in her own little language and you can’t help but stare as the two of them interact. I never want to lose this, this is the most important thing, him being there for us… well her. You think to yourself before heading to the kitchen. Most days Kento comes by, you end up making something easy for dinner. Since communication is still awkward you don’t want to make a full course dinner and then end up eating out when he takes you to a park or something. So today is soup day. It’s a simple soup and as you add the finish in touch, you hear the oven beep. ‘’Soup without your signature bread, wouldn’t be the same…’’ Is all he says as he enters the kitchen. ‘’Is it okay if we stay here today?’’ And yet again you’re fazed by the sudden shift in his mood. It’s as if he’s in a better mood today and you can’t deny your mood quickly adapts to it. ‘’That would be nice, will you stay for dinner?’’ You ask as you add some herbs into your soup. The sudden feeling of his head on your shoulder makes you drop your spatula. ‘’Ken, what are you doing?’’ Is all you let out, ignoring your own hand that moves to his hair almost instinctively. ‘’I would love to stay for dinner, I need to leave for work at six though.’’ He says ignoring your question. It’s out of character for him to act this way. He’s been acting out character for at least a month, but why shouldn’t you just enjoy it now you can. It has been awkward for weeks and you would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t cry yourself to sleep at night, why not just enjoy the time you get to spend with your family. ‘’All right, then we eat now.’’ You say as you fill-up the bowls with the warm broth. Kento is already cutting the bread in thick slices, he knows how you want it to be done.

Dinner is normal, which is weird. Kento feeds your daughter while the two of you talk about how big she has gotten. After dinner the two of you end up doing the dishes together. He washes, while you dry. Only now you notice that he isn’t wearing a suit. He always wears a suit, he has a few identical ones for work and few ‘regular’ ones for outside of work. ‘’Since when are you into being casual, Ken?’’ You ask him, staring him down, as he hands you the last plate. You can see his brow rise in surprise, he definitely didn’t expect the question. ‘’I just thought I might end up with food on my clothes so I thought why not make it easier for myself, you know.’’ He nods to the dry-cleaners bag he has with him. ‘’I have my work suit with me so I can change before I go.’’ He continued. ‘’I see, we all know what happened the last time you tried that on me Ken.’’ You jokingly respond and before you know it the two of you are laughing together. It is a painful reminder for the both of you. The laughs you always used to share and it makes you want to get out of the kitchen as fast as possible. As the two of you enter the living room, you notice the news: Tokyo is crowded yet another year during Halloween. ‘’Were you planning to go somewhere this evening?’’ He asks as he settles next to the small playhouse filled with toys. ‘’Not really, I just realized that I forgot about her costume…’’ You respond as you grab your daughter and head for her room to change into the costume you had made months prior. ‘’Stay downstairs!’’ You yell.

After what takes at least 20 minutes you walk downstairs. ‘’Don’t look yet.’’ You whisper as you approach him from behind and the moment you tap his shoulder, you make sure to present your daughter in her amazing costume. The moment Kento turns around, his eyes grow big. He looks at you and back at your daughter and it takes at least 5 minutes before he is able to speak. ‘’Why did you dress her up as me?’’ With the tiny striped suit, blue blouse and dotted tie, she is an exact replica of her dad. The annoyed expression from being tired was a nice touch on her part though. ‘’Because I’ve been wanting to dress her up as someone she looks up to for months…’’ You say as you hand her over. ‘’She is tired though so I will put her to bed after we take a picture.’’ You continue as you grab the polaroid camera. ‘’We should smile in them and take at least a crazy one, so she can laugh about it when she gets older.’’

After five photos you notice that someone has fallen asleep in the arms of her dad and that is his cue to put her to bed. You start looking at the pictures. The three of you look like a happy family and that is the memory you want to keep. All the pictures have one thing in common though: Kento is staring at you in every one of them. You choose not to dwell on it, but still, end up hiding one of the pictures in his coat. It is almost 6 pm when Kento returns, already changed into his work suit, as he takes a seat next to you on the couch. ‘’Don’t you have to go by now?’’ You ask, not sure how to act now that the two of you are all alone.

His only response is a sigh before he leans his head on your shoulder. He stays like that for a good 20 minutes. While the television shows live views of Tokyo, more precisely the overcrowded Shibuya station. ‘’Can you promise me something, Y/n? Can you promise me to not go to Shibuya station tonight or anytime soon?’’ You give him a confused look. ‘’Why would I even…’’ ‘’Promise me, please?’’ He cuts you off. and the desperation in his voice makes you promise it. It probably was the thing he needed to hear, because all of the sudden he gets up from the couch. After he gathers his stuff he walks back to you and takes a quick peek at the divorce papers. ‘’I didn’t sign them.’’ You say. ‘No yet?’’ He fires back, with his eyebrow arched. And you know you can blur about it and tell him you will do it soon, but you just can’t. ’'Definitely no yet.’’ You end the conversation. You’re back in the doorway now. He’s already in the doorframe about to leave. ‘’Good.’’ Is all he says as he walks out the door. And for the first time in a month, you feel some form of hope.

The funny thing about hope is that it can disappear faster than it arrives. He doesn’t show up on his next day off and for a moment you feel like it is all a big trick to make you sign the papers. It is the first time that you wanted to. Grabbing the envelope, you notice it already being opened and as you take the stack out of the envelope you notice a small note on one of the papers, written in handwriting you know so well:

If you read this I’m happy you didn’t sign this (yet)

I’m sorry, I love you and I see you soon.

It was all you need to realize something is wrong, but you have no clue where he can be. ”Promise me that you won’t go to Shibuya station’’. His words, the urgency of those words. The only place with answers for you is Shibuya station.

He vanished. Nanami Kento was located at Shibuya station. The place where all those people died on Halloween. He was one of the few that entered, that were never found again. There was only some footage of him entering with what looked like two students. The police didn’t have any answers and spending a day walking around the ward didn’t help in any way. It was not like you could enter the station -which was restricted-. Also breaking and entering while carrying a one-year-old is not done.

So when so-called one-year old starts crying and won’t stop, you have to take a break. As you sit down on the bench in the park the realization that he is gone hits you. It hits you the moment you see the field of flowers and candles spread all over the park. People mourning, people searching, and people protesting the mysterious ways things happened. You lost the man you loved, you lost the father of your child. You feel betrayed. You feel angry and you feel guilty for having these thoughts. You just can’t shake the feeling that he somehow knew what was going to happen. In the past month, he had distanced himself from you to protect you as he had said. He still loved you, he missed you and he did it all for you. Still that last day it looked like he was taking it all back as if he believed that everything would turn out fine. It didn’t. Looking at your daughter is a painful reminder of what you have lost. Her brown eyes are filled with tears and the cry she lets out are more devastating than the tears of a regular one-year-old. You share her cries. Eyes filled with tears and loud ugly screams.. Not caring what anyone thinks of it. You have nothing to hold on to, except for the stuff he had left a month ago, nothing he had touched the moment before he disappeared. His wedding ring probably lost somewhere.

You notice someone sitting down next to you and for a moment you don’t want to look, you have a right to be devastated. You have the right to mourn the loss of Kento. Still, the presence next to you carries just as much sadness as you and your daughter must be feeling. And before you look at the vague figure sitting next to you, you notice the traditional wedding ring he has laid on the bench. The ring is in your hand before you know it. Holding onto it for dear life and only then taking a moment to stop your cries and look at the stranger next to you. You are met with the pink-haired student of your husband. ‘’Yuuji’’ You cry out. You wouldn’t have recognized him was it for the pink hair. He looks older. His face is covered in dirt and maybe even blood, his expression is cold. He has lost people. He has lost Kento too. And at that moment the two of you share a second of pain. The pain being more intense, crumbling the last part of your heart that was solely Kento’s. Only then Yuuji notices your daughter still crying. He extends his arms inviting her in his own and as you give her to him, you notice the way she abruptly stops crying. You stare at the two of them, finally feeling a sense of slight comfort, knowing there is at least one person that shares your pain. You move your head to his shoulder, letting the silent tears make their way down your face. Even with your tear-filled eyes you notice the way Yuuji manages to give your daughter the softest smile he can probably manage. You hear him talking to her, not listening the words, until you notice his focus being on you. All he let’s out is:

“You’ve got it from here.”

And you know exactly whose words those are.

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