Outside the car window were the flowing city lights, and inside the car window there was only the low hum of the engine. Those eyes that were always smiling were looking intently at the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror and briefly meeting his gaze. There was worry, fatigue, and persistence in those eyes, just like a gardener looking at the flower he had carefully cultivated, gently holding its crumbling branches before the storm came. "Go to sleep. I'll call you when I get home." His voice was very soft, like feathers falling on his ears. At least there is one person in this world who will keep his double flashlights on and wait for him late into the night.
Purpose: Adopt a cat