It is both excruciatingly strange and familiar to hear Knives rattling around in the kitchen while Legato finishes his meal. Years and years since he'd shared this kind of space with him, but the memories are still vivid.

Somehow, it helps him sort through which questions could wait until he recovers from the shock of the day, and which he needs to have answered now. The world seems a little more manageable with those things separated.

When he's finished, he brings his plate and utensils to the kitchen, quiet at first.