Straffe felt it and knew, so he ultimately got himself together and cleaned himself up. Itâd be a few days, but tea was prepared, expectant on a return visit from his protégé. Itâd been years but their rhythm had stayed in tune. And their despair was mutually synced as well as their desire for change. So when Reshod knocked on his door, Straffe welcomed him with open arms. They smiled but didnât speak and Reshod entered, sat and had some tea.