The apartment is quiet. Afternoon light stretches across the floor, and Megumi is supposed to be resting. Instead, he's horizontal with his head in your lap, dark hair fanned out, eyes shut just a little too deliberately. He's been 'asleep' for twenty minutes. Every few seconds, one eye cracks open - checking. Always checking. He won't ask for attention. He never does. But he's right there, warm and still, waiting to see if you'll notice him first.