The red tinted sunglasses are sitting on a counter, cast aside for the moment.

Katsuya himself is leaning against the refrigerator wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. He's not making a single sound, no matter how hard his shoulders tremble. The hand not wiping his face clean is balled into a fist, pressed against the refrigerator door.

Three years of nothing. Not a letter, a phone call, or even a ripple of Resonance. Not a damn thing. He'd bottled it up, let the time slip by without really realizing how long it had been.

Then the timer goes off and, wow. He'd seriously been making tea. Katsuya inhales sharply, scrubbing his hand over his face one more time before pulling his sunglasses on and tucking his hair back into place carefully.

Soon the entire kitchen is filled with the smell of Japanese green tea, a special blend he'd received as a New Years gift at the office. He doesn't notice Schon until he moves to load the tray.

"Are you ready to continue?"