[ His stills ever so slightly when she drops the bit about her parents so nonchalantly, the glass in his hand clunking back onto the table dully as he looks back at her slouched in her chair. It's not so surprising that there are any number of them here without families in some form of another. (And even if they did before they certainly don't now, if the Regent is to be believed.) Misa certainly doesn't seem bothered by it anymore, though whether that's because she's learned to live with it or because she's had too much to drink he doesn't know.
None of that stops his heart from hurting a little, the hole left behind by his own long-gone family making itself known again.
His movements start back up, glasses clinking together as he sets them off to one side. He tries to inject a healthy dose of indifference back into his voice when he speaks again. ]
Don't get used to it. I'm not cleaning up after you next time.
[ He will absolutely clean up after her again next time. ]
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None of that stops his heart from hurting a little, the hole left behind by his own long-gone family making itself known again.
His movements start back up, glasses clinking together as he sets them off to one side. He tries to inject a healthy dose of indifference back into his voice when he speaks again. ]
Don't get used to it. I'm not cleaning up after you next time.
[ He will absolutely clean up after her again next time. ]