I can't say I'm glad that he just leaves without another word. Partly because I know he'll be back. If I'm lucky, he's just left for food or coffee, if I'm unlucky he'll return with a blanket and pillow, or if I'm really unlucky, he'll come back with his Driver on around his waist and three or four security officers and try to forcibly remove me from my work. Which has only happened once, so statistically speaking it's the least probable outcome.

Well, no, I suppose the least probable outcome is that he left and just stays gone; gone home or back to his own office or into Helheim, which ever is most necessary at this moment. I'm not entirely clear on that, because my clock is on the other side of the lab and I'm busy. I'm not entirely sure what time it is, and honestly don't care.

I return to my work. I meant it when I told him I'd be done within the week. The Driver is coming along nicely, I've had the blueprints done for days, it's just a matter of building the thing now, and of course making sure it actually has even the potential to work.

Takatora comes back shortly with coffee, and I make a mental note to add this event to my future probabilities. Coffee is becoming the most likely outcome in vast strides.

"Thank you, Takatora." I glance at the cup, then up at him, offering him a small smile, then turn back to my work.