He looks at him from across the vast room, the virtual windows on the walls depicting rain drops on windows, lending a false sense of serenity. The vast cold mansion was empty save for them both and there was just too much space, too much silence between them.

He hesitates, but eventually picks out a few songs on his persocon and plays them on the console, hoping the music would bridge the space between them a little, then pours them both some whisky.

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