With a slight frown, Shinji refused the umbrella, and took the painting out of the case, handing it to her. "I'm fine. If you would like to order another, you can contact me on the site." he replied silently, pulling a somewhat drenched card with the information out of his pocket again. He didn't want her umbrella, all he was interested in was getting back to his home. Having to take the umbrella would mean to be in a kind of debt to her. Debt meant relation, in one way or another. Definitely not something that he'd be interested in.<br/><br/>He turned on his heel without any kind of greeting, hostile and cold as always, and begun his journey back to his own apartment. The rain was falling down onto his head and flowing down the strands of his hair, embracing his pale skin with the familiar cold touch. The rain was just like him, silent and unwelcoming to everyone. Tears that could not wash away the hatred and dirt of the world. Oh, no, they could never achieve such a goal.<br/><br/>When he finally hung his coat onto the hanger in the hallway of his old and mostly empty apartment, he went straight into the living room, picking up a book from the floor, and stretching across the sofa even though his jeans were still soaked. He started reading without thinking about anything but the words on the page much...<br/><br/>Beautiful poetry. It was one of the few things that he wouldn't regard useless trash.