<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The large man blinked down at the bowl that was pushed into his chest. He took it carefully from the other's hold and nodded in compliance before following Taiga into the dinning room. He sat down and tilted his head to the side, "Thank you for the food," He said softly in reply but didn't begin eating right away. It had been ages since he had a proper breakfast. It pulled strings in his chest he was sure hadn't been there, "At least..."<br/>
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The words felt heavier as he ate the meal with a gusto he hadn't realized he had ever had. Closing his eyes he tried to freeze the image of this morning meal in his mind to keep for a reason he didn't know. If he was honest he didn't remember the last good day he'd had before the his brother died. Part of him wanted to yell at Taiga and demand he just get the hell out of his house. Another wanted to demand he stay. His home was alive. Magic lingered where they walked. Some of it angry, some longing... <br/>
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He pulled a business card from a card holder he kept on one of the selves in the dinning room and held it out to Taiga, "If you find you have need of me... Call me. I'm sure you have other contacts but they will ask something of you that I won't." <br/>
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It was a truth they both knew. Even if Taiga never called he at least knew he had offered his hand in an attempt to make up for his own mistake. Picking up his bowl he carried it to the kitchen. It didn't make sense to him why it hurt so much to say good bye in that moment but it did. It felt like he found someone he connected with even for just a moment only to let them slip away into the vast nothingness of the world. </span>