It's a game he can follow, though one he's not particularly adept at keeping alive, because it is a game in the end. He's never been good at playing them for long. But it's during small moments like this that he remembers better just what he had been missing for the past three weeks, and the sound that escapes his throat is something between a suppressed laugh and something else.

His reply is something of the same. Half serious, half willing to keep the game slightly alive as it limps to its eventual end.

"You probably should have."

She couldn't have known when they'd be back. Shinjiro had deduced that they wouldn't be long, but a solid date had never been in his mind. He didn't want her to waste things on someone who might not come home, and have to remember that she didn't have anyone to give them to. Bad form to potentially waste food, anyway. He hopes the vegetables in the fridge haven't suffered the same neglect. He'd been worried about them.