A blur of white hair and dinosaur pajamas launches across the hallway. Arms outstretched. No hesitation. No concern for the fact that his socks slip on the hardwood floor.

He catches him easily. Lifts him high above his head. The tiny boy giggles so loudly it fills the entire house.

Tiny arms wrap around his neck. Tight. Determined. Satoru tries to shift him to one arm so he can kick off his shoes.

Satoru glances over at you standing in the kitchen doorway. Dinner smells warm. The house is soft. Home.