After all, he was a guest who had come to their door. Since he was planning to refuse this unlikely commission, Amuro Tooru offered him a few words of comfort:
"There are no ghosts in this world, much less dream visitations. You may simply miss your wife too much, and with all the stress that has built up since her passing, you keep having dreams like this. As long as you..."
"No!" Hoda Hideo interrupted him. The middle-aged man who had just lost his wife shook his head hard. "You have no idea how real those dreams feel! And that wristwatch—it wasn't lost outside. It was lost at home!"
Amuro Tooru froze. "Huh?"
The middle-aged man scratched his head and smiled fondly. "My wife was usually rather scatterbrained. Once, she lost a lipstick and searched the house for an entire day. In the end, she was too tired to keep looking and wanted to rest for a while. She casually picked up a magazine from the bedside table, only to find that the missing lipstick had been tucked inside it."
Amuro Tooru: "..."
The corner of his eye twitched. "Something lost at home doesn't really count as lost, does it? Can't you just look for it yourself?"
Hoda Hideo looked even more embarrassed. "It's shameful to admit, but I'm even more scatterbrained than my wife. Whenever I helped her look for things, I could never find them. Instead, she ended up helping me find my things several times."
Amuro Tooru stared at him speechlessly. No matter how scatterbrained he was, could he really fail to find such a large wristwatch in such a small house? Was this guy putting on an act?
Beside him, Jiang Xia seemed moved by the bond between Hoda Hideo and his wife. He agreed readily.