"R-right" Mike nodded "I should be used to it already; they've been dead for over a decade now. It's just...hard sometimes. I miss them so much" as he went on, his speech transitioned to mumbles. Spotting her outstretched hand, he slowly reached out with of his own. When his hand reached her's, he slowly slid his palm over her's '...so warm...' then he, still slowly, gripped her hand as he got to his feet 'her hand is so soft' he thought to himself as he relished the rare treat of physical human contact. Thinking once more about school, a feeling of dread spread through him; who was going to be his Meister? What if they were like the kids back in the orphanage?