[There is an inkling of disappointment of not being able to grab something for Kaede, or even make a makeshift sandwich, which would occupy his heavy feeling, numb limbs for a couple of minutes, but Kotetsu widens his smile a little more, moving aside so Kaede can move along side him to take a seat in the living room--]

--oh, yeah, that'd be good. Better. Petra's upstairs. [Kotetsu rubs at the back of his head.] Wouldn't want her stepping in and overhearing anything... y'know. That'd be best for her.