The two rhythmic steps walked side by side. One big step walked more slowly, paying attention to the small steps that tried to match it. There was something different now, even though it had become their daily routine.
Something was missing, namely the voice of the person next to him. Junan was used to hearing Aito tell stories, whether about tomorrow's lunch menu, the cat he saw on the side of the road, or the broken drink machine. All the trivial things that Junan never interrupted.
Whatever the little things that happened, it felt nice to live an ordinary life told by the little one. Junan only answered his questions occasionally, nodding if it was just an option. His humming followed the noisy sound beside him.
