With a black jacket draped over his shoulders thanks to the nurses, Homura left the bus, and headed into the park where he knew he'd likely be found. It was a rare occasion where the demi-god hadn't made any specific appointments, instead leaving the day open for the people who wished to speak to him. After all, it'd been over a day now since he'd seen most of the people who would still be concerned about his condition. And those people were all stubborn, the kind who would refuse to let the matter go or let him pass by without prodding first.

Not that he minded it, of course; that stubbornness was part of what attracted Homura to those people in the first place.

Grinning slightly to himself, Homura walked one of the paths that cut through the park. For now, he simply took in the scenery in silence. The chill was enough to ensure there'd be no blossoms that day, but he still enjoyed looking around. Thinking had become a hobby of sorts, for the demi-god. It could be chalked it up to the imprisonment of his child, no doubt; Homura simply was used to the silence and the solitude, enough that he didn't mind either quite so much as some.

[Nataku, strict reserve]