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Asher’s brow arched, a flicker of dry amusement breaking through the usual calm of his expression. “Efficient doesn’t mean unimaginative,” he said, tone mild but edged with that quiet sharpness that often passed for humor with him. “And for the record, it’s four shirts. One of them’s dark gray.” It wasn’t much, but it earned the faintest shift in the air. Asher reached for his jacket from the back of a chair, shaking it out with precise, unhurried movements. He wasn’t sure why he’d even brought up the idea of shopping. Maybe it was the silence pressing too tightly on his chest, or maybe it was because doing something — anything — felt better than standing still and thinking. He slipped his arms into the sleeves and glanced at the clock on the wall. The sun had already climbed high, spilling muted gold light across the floorboards. Noon. Good — the mall would be busy enough to disappear in, but not so crowded that he’d have to worry about losing Kaito somewhere. “We’ll take the car,” he said, more to himself than to Kaito, though his voice carried easily through the space. “Safer that way.” It wasn’t paranoia. Just caution, sharpened by too many years. A car was the best way to get away quickly. Asher checked one more time and petted his pockets to make sure he had his keys, phone and wallet. Then paused long enough to glance back at the scattered papers on the table. The ghost of Noah lingered. For a moment, he thought about sitting back down, picking up where he left off. But the thought felt heavy, suffocating. He exhaled through his nose and shook his head once. “Later.” Asher crossed to the door, waiting just long enough for Kaito to follow. When the younger man stepped out beside him, jacket slung over his shoulder and that familiar hint of a grin at his mouth, Asher felt something tighten in his chest. Not grief, but just a little ache. “Let’s go before I find a reason not take you” he muttered, locking the door behind them. The car waited just as he had left it. He unlocked it with a soft click, glancing around the basement out of habit before sliding into the driver’s seat. He rested his hands on the steering wheel for a moment. The mall was only twenty minutes away, close enough to be convenient. When Kaito climbed in beside him, Asher started the engine. The low hum filled the silence. “Any even if we end up in some overpriced boutique,” Asher said, eyes on the road as they pulled into traffic, “I'll still be paying for it. But if you pick anything with sequins…” He paused, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth. “I’m donating it to Goodwill. And getting you a Harry Potter T-shirt instead” Asher was getting in quiet a good mood. Maybe Kaito goofiness was rubbing off on him. The city rolled by outside the toned car windows. The blur of people moving about, having their own lives to take care off. The drive to the mall was uneventful. The city stretched around them in muted color, the hum of traffic a low undercurrent to his thoughts. By the time they pulled into the mall's parking lot, the midday light had softened to a pale gold, glancing off the car’s hood. He parked on the upper level, where it was easier to see the exits. He cut the engine, pocketed the keys, and glanced briefly toward Kaito before stepping out. The air smelled faintly of exhaust and sun-warmed concrete, heavy but not unpleasant. Inside, the mall was a burst of cool air and lots sounds, chatter, music and the occasional squeal of a child. So many people, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. The he remembered why they were here, for essentials and clothes to Kaito. A few things that might make the younger man look less like he’d been living out of a duffel bag. He led the way through the crowded corridors escalators. His eyes scanning the signs overhead until he spotted a store that looked practical enough. “Here,” he said quietly, more to himself than to Kaito, and stepped inside. The department store smelled faintly of new fabric and detergent. Neat rows of shirts, denim stacked like bricks, the sterile order of retail that Asher found oddly calming. He slowed his pace just enough to let Kaito drift along beside him, but his eyes tracked the surroundings automatically — mirrors, exits, the reflection of movement behind them. Always watching like a guard dog. “We can start with what you need,” he said, voice low, as they reached the men’s section. “Jeans, shirts, maybe a decent jacket. Nothing that’ll fall apart in a week.” He stayed a step or two back as Kaito moved through the aisles, hands in his pockets, watching the way the younger man hesitated over colors, weighed one thing against another. Asher didn’t offer opinions unless asked; he’d never liked hovering.

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