"...As you said before, I have few fond memories of my childhood. At least those years." Katsuya shrugs, an even, practiced movement. He's so much more put together now. Clearly back to himself. He's not flailing or apologizing though. As inopportune as it was, that was hardly the most difficult state his friends had seen him in. It could have been worse.

"Fair enough." He stares down at the chocolate bar a long moment, before his lips twitch upward in a bit of a smile. "Want to see something neat, as a thank you for sitting with me?"