i come back and he's back in the bedroom. i left his bed in the dining room where he stayed last time during the day. i watch a minute from the doorway. he doesn't seen or hear me, then he looks at me and smiles. idle know if he sees me or if he sees my aura,or my penumbra. as long as he sees me i'm happy. 
he breaths heavily, but he's done so for years. this time sometimes when he breathes with mouth closed it sounds like wet gravel. he's settling in though, and he's already found both balls i found for him. in his mind he is young, and he can play even if he is blind. 
it feels like home with mister here.