One of my foster brothers hated them, he'd barter with me that he'd give me his umeboshi if I gave him some of my rice, because I didn't eat much and liked them. [He manages a weak chuckle at Akira forgetting to take the seeds out of his umeboshi once, nodding.] I never even tried cooking until after I met you.

[A beat.] ...it didn't go well, so I stopped about immediately. [He pulls Akira by their joined hands over to the couch, staggering a bit as he goes and sitting, only to immediately curl over sideways and grasp the edge of the cushion with his free hand.] I regret allowing my body to remember how to have emotions.