[You know what's cute to her? That look on his face. He must usually come off as much older to those around him. Tougher, rougher, sturdier. A bit brother. A different kind than Tadashi had been, but a big brother nonetheless. But to her, she sees that hard shell peel away for a moment to reveal the gentleness beneath, the kind that he wouldn't show to any of those little siblings of his because big brothers were always strong.
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For him, and for her, little things like the food here, the café, and this trinket, and the exchange of syllables much different from what was considered default in this world, were pieces of home. And she's glad to be able to share them with him.]
Isn't it? I've heard your house has a bunch of cats, too.