[ Goro stares at the cat's inquisitive eyes; he tilts his head at an angle, avoiding outstretched paws threatening unwitting scratches. A pause hovers in feigned deliberation as he tip-toes further from the topic of identities, however new or old. Life without Morgana('s guidance) means too much, far beyond sleep deprived nights resolved by a nagging guardian in the form of a stray; Goro doesn't touch upon that, either. Instead: ]

... How long has it been since you were permitted to return home like this?

[ Here, of all places, just to be knocked unconscious long enough to arrive at their usual starting point, again — to relive a whole year's worth of envious malice and regret. So: rational suspicion of an uncustomary change of scenery — Shibuya readily replaced by something more rural and snug — implores scrutiny, not leisurely strolls just to window-shop. But Goro's question posed seems to open up that prospect for a mini-adventure of being shown around some. ]

An intruder like me stepping foot into your world, however unintended... Doesn't it leave a bad taste in your mouth, even just a little?

[ Frivolously said, but Goro's eyes are hawkish, like he's looking for something across Akira's typically stoic features. ]