Last night was rough, the morning even more so. Megumi fought to drag himself out of that bed for hours, his usual early rise to meet Okkotsu for a morning walk ignored. Instead he spent most of the hours that ticked by going back over what had transpired, all those words said still felt raw and abrasive to his skin.

Even for the weight and ache in his bones, Megumi showered to clear his head, brushed his teeth, and dressed himself. Small things, one at a time.

The scent of coffee filled the space within the kitchen, cradling the mug close to his body to feel some of the warmth coming off of the ceramic before bringing it to his lips.

The bitter taste never bothered him, in fact it usually woke him up a little more alongside the caffeine. He pauses, hearing a soft knock from the door and shuffling over before opening it.