Mashi chuckled under his breath at the boy's comment about the place being filthy, "Happens when I haven't been home in a month," he states as he moved to kneel on one of the cushions.<br/><br/>The cop set about picking up his chopsticks as well as a bowl of rice, "I need this place to remind me I can walk away," he found himself saying wistfully, "He talked about you, you know. Bragged about his best friend he loved more like a brother than me."<br/><br/>It was painful to admit it. To tell his enemy that he had a reason at least for attempting to understand him. He carefully fished some pork from the hot pot along with a few vegetables onto his rice before eating quietly for sometime. His gaze lingered on the already poured tea. It was odd to eat like this yet it was comfortable.<br/><br/>The memories of his brother caused him to understand all too well how events can go wrong. It was like yesterday for him when he got the call from his little brother asking begging to be set free from his prison he built for himself. He sighed softly.