The morning air was cool. The sky was grey. It matched the mood of the street. Kaito walked toward the corner. His steps were steady. His body was still sore. The district-scale fight had drained him. But he was moving. He was functioning.
Jin stood at the usual spot. He was not looking at his phone. He was looking at the street. He watched the traffic. He watched the pedestrians. He watched the shadows. He turned when Kaito approached. He did not smile. He did not wave. He just nodded.
Kaito stopped beside him. He put his hands in his pockets. The cards were there. They were quiet. They were recovering. The silence between them was not empty. It was full of the night before. It was full of the truth.
Kaito said: "You are early."
Jin said: "I did not sleep."
Kaito said: "You should rest."
Jin said: "I need to talk."
