A moment passes. Akira's ungloved hand reaches out, as if seeking support, before he shakes himself out of it.

"Thank you. I don't think I would've...liked. Living with her..." he's still so, so grateful Dad took him in. "I was young, so I'm probably remembering her worse than she was..."

Another moment passes, where Morning just takes a breath.

"Have you ever made an apple pie?"