Gokudera sat on the man's couch, fully dressed in the clothes he arrived in. Hours had been spent that way, cigarette hanging from his lips and a coffee in his hand. Yamamoto sat beside him, awkward, quiet, occasionally asking questions.
"Well," Yamamoto said when he realized that not much of a conversation was going to stem up from his pestering. "I'll let you be."
Gokudera grunted a response before taking the last drag of his cigarette and last sip of his coffee. He then extinguished the cigarette in the empty cup.
"I'm going out," Gokudera announced, standing.
"I thought as much," Yamamoto murmured. "You didn't change, get comfortable or anything." He smiled brightly. "Where you going?"
"Dunno," Gokudera said making Yamamoto laugh. "Want to take me somewhere?"
Yamamoto thought for a second then also stood. "Yeah, I know a place."