That quiets him a moment. If she brought the photo with her, it was clearly so she could look at it. Look at the family she's missing.
He pours the heated miso into the bowl, then goes to clean out the pot for her. He sets it to dry, then says, "...I know it's been a while. Longer than it should've been. But I'm not going to stop looking for the way back. I will find the way. And you'll be back home to them soon. I swear it."
He picks up the tray and carries it over, setting it down outside the door like he-- Ichigo would do for Rukia once upon a time. "There's miso out here on the floor. And some water too. I'm gonna go now." He hesitates. "Good night, Mom."
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Date: 2018-08-23 02:07 am (UTC)He pours the heated miso into the bowl, then goes to clean out the pot for her. He sets it to dry, then says, "...I know it's been a while. Longer than it should've been. But I'm not going to stop looking for the way back. I will find the way. And you'll be back home to them soon. I swear it."
He picks up the tray and carries it over, setting it down outside the door like he-- Ichigo would do for Rukia once upon a time. "There's miso out here on the floor. And some water too. I'm gonna go now." He hesitates. "Good night, Mom."