He was used to being alone.
Eating alone, walking alone, and staring into the night in a daze. He hid things that he couldn't say out loud very well.
It was so long that he almost forgot about it.
Then someone showed up.
He talks very little, doesn't know how to comfort people, and he doesn't even know how to laugh. But he will hand over an umbrella on rainy days.
Will pour a glass of water late at night.
He would sit across from him and finish his meal quietly.
No questioning, no probing. Just exist.
Like a wall that won't fall. Some marks won't go away.
But when someone is with you, it doesn't seem so difficult.
Concept: Some people hide their secrets for so many years that they think they have forgotten them. Until someone walks in, doesn't say anything, just stands there.