"Ai," Andrew called softly. I had become aware of his presence in the room I occupied during our time at his mother's house. The neatly kept and ever-clean space made me feel like I was at my parents' home. It carried the warm touch of my parents in its maintenance and care, without exception. I chose to sit by the window, gazing out at the serene view typical of the relatively inactive residential area we had been in since earlier.

"Are you... okay?"

Since our emotionally draining ...