[Caleb stares at him for the longest time because there's so much echoed there. He remembers being responsible for the others since he was old enough to remember. Three? Four? He has no idea but it was all his life.

He takes the hint though and starts eating. It's not that he doesn't have money for food, but that he tends to forget taking time to eat.

He chuckles softly at that last part though.]

Yeah, okay. That is different than you thinking I'm someone to worry about. And don't pretend you don't.

[He gestures at him with his fork between bites.]

I try to imagine the ones I had to be responsible for being in this place. They would be a mess. No, they would make a mess. Of everything.

[Yet he sounds so happy about it, so proud of them even as he misses them.]