[There is quiet in that interim, waiting for Rokurou to finish his task with the food, stepping back and out of the kitchen like a restless shadow unable to be still, unable to dwell in the same room comfortably with his thoughts and someone else's presence. He should make some excuse to leave. He doesn't even know how he got here, except that this stranger invited him, and it was easy to allow. The path of least resistance.

This city is worse than the world he came from, Sasuke realizes, because it has nothing. Nothing but an endless void of space — to exist. Nothing but a cage full of other people who know nothing about him. If they did, they would not offer this affable companionship as Rokurou has done, preparing him food and questioning his comfort...

Sasuke realizes his mind has slipped from attention, and the silence has pushed a point of tactlessness.]

No, I'm fine. [This isn't a lie; he is used to sleeping in the wilderness, so an indoor space is comparative luxury.] But I can't stay here long. I'll take some of the food with me.

[Spooked like a cat.]

I'll also repay you for the ingredients.