Good, she was going to eat something he told himself mentally. Perhaps it was another step towards a good thing and he was definitely proud of her though it would probably never show on his face unless it was faint. With a nod he went into the kitchen. Like any kitchen space there were two outlets, one contained his phone charger. It was starting to beep at him so he figured he might as well charge it so it didnâ€™t die on him, setting the volume all the way to high so heâ€™d hear it from anywhere in the apartment in case he was needed. As much as he enjoyed his friends they did all mostly live in different time zones so he understood why keeping in touch would be irritating but at the same time it wasnâ€™t so bad. After all they had managed to pull out of that mess earlier fairly well, even if things were still quite off, for the lack of better word, and many more things before that. It was definitely nice to have reliable people. A few years ago he was always questioning whether or not he would have any solid friendship. Ivan and the others proved him wrong in a heartbeat.<br/><br/>Perhaps he and Shizu could stay friends as well. Those thoughts would probably be shunned by the others since he knew he shouldnâ€™t even have them but he couldnâ€™t help but wonder. If she was a free woman she could do whatever she pleased, and so if she wanted to be friends with him wasnâ€™t it wrong to turn her away? Perhaps he was starting to get a bit too soft and needed to be more professional from here on out but that would mean almost completely discarding the small bond he had formed with her. He was so conflicted right now that even preparing this omelet was becoming a bit difficult. He had decided to make an omelet with a bit of a Middle Eastern touch to its recipe because he, at least in his opinion, made some pretty good omelets and it was something light that they could both share. The aroma filled the small kitchen quickly, causing his mouth to water. He doesnâ€™t usually cook for people either so he was a bit worried about the outcome.<br/><br/>He wondered if she would like it or if she didnâ€™t like it then he could be stern and tell her to eat it anyway but he wasnâ€™t like that. And it was at that thought he realized just how dangerous this could be for him. A faint groan threatened to escape him and he drank down some wine to hold it back. He had allowed himself to become attached to her, definitely, and he would never admit that to his colleagues even if they probably already caught onto it.<br/><br/>When he returned to find her watching television, even if it was cartoons, which told him she was becoming more comfortable and he couldnâ€™t help but grin while he handed her the plate that had her half of the omelet on it. â€œI suppose it is needless for me to say that you seem to be enjoying yourself,â€ he said softly. He really hoped that she was in all honesty though judging by the laughter he heard earlier it was probably safe to say that she was. It was nice to see her smiling like she was; he truly wanted her to realize that she was free and no longer had to live in isolation. It would probably take years for her to get caught up with society and fully come out of her shell and just be completely comfortable but this was still a huge step in the right direction. At the same time it also made him proud of himself, accepting this mission and being able to show her these things, and for the first time in years he found himself able to relax for a moment knowing he did the right thing.<br/><br/>Perhaps tomorrow before he handed her off, he could show her around Jerusalem for a bit, and if he had time he would take her to the beach in Tel Aviv or show her the zoo or something. He wanted her to experience what freedom was like and before they parted ways he wanted her to be more comfortable. Who knows, maybe she will end up staying in Israel, or maybe she will be taken to Europe or America, perhaps even somewhere in South America. The possibilities were endless however he still could not shake the uneasy feelings he had about this. His mind was taken away from her happiness for a moment and went back to the task at hand. It was what it was, and in the end she was his assignment, he had to make sure she was safe and that was another reason he wanted her to be comfortable. Yet at the same time it all went back to being a little attached to her in the sense that he really didnâ€™t want to part ways with her, he was nervous about it.<br/><br/>It really was like he had a child of his own, even if Shizu was a grown woman. He almost had to laugh at himself, deciding that he would never tell the others he was enjoying himself.<br/><br/>â€œWould youâ€¦ like me to bring some pillows for you?â€ He asked once they had finished eating, taking her plate and fork and placing it on top of his own, beginning to head back into the kitchen. Since he knew she wouldnâ€™t want to sleep with him her only other choice of a place to sleep was the couch. There werenâ€™t any pillows on the couch, not even decorative ones. However, in the storage closet he always had at least one or two extra clean pillows. Just because he hardly ever had company over for the night didnâ€™t mean he didnâ€™t have extra things sitting around, like that throw blanket for example. It wasnâ€™t just for decoration, and it did match the room nicely, but it was for company. The same way there was an ash tray outside on the table out on the balcony. Also for company since he didnâ€™t smoke, hasnâ€™t ever smoked a cigarette or cigar in his life.<br/><br/>Pretty needless to say that he was fairly hospitable towards his guests despite not being much of a people person.